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| Character | Brutus | |
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| Gender | Male | |
| Age Range(s) | Young Adult (20-35), Adult (36-50) | |
| Type of monologue / Character is | Descriptive, Lamenting | |
| Type | Dramatic | |
| Period | Renaissance | |
| Genre | Tragedy, Drama | |
| Description | Brutus is concerned by Coriolanus' success | |
| Location | ACT II, Scene 1 | |
Summary
The play is set in the city of Rome and is based on the legendary Roman general Gaius Martius Coriolanus. In the first scene of the play Caius Martius and several Roman rulers have to deal with a riot of the common people that are protesting because of a shortage of grain. A war soon breaks out between Rome and a neighboring tribe, the Volscians, led by Tullus Aufidius. After a hard battle, Gaius Martius manages to conquer the Volscian's city or Corioles and, having fought with valor, is given the nickname "Coriolanus" because of that.
In the first scene of ACT II, Gaius Martius returns to Rome with his soldiers and is greeted as a hero. Brutus and Sicinius, two tribunes that oppose Coriolanus, express their concern that Coriolanus might become consul. In this monologue Brutus describes people's reaction to Gaius Martius' victory and how everybody now idolizes him.
In the first scene of ACT II, Gaius Martius returns to Rome with his soldiers and is greeted as a hero. Brutus and Sicinius, two tribunes that oppose Coriolanus, express their concern that Coriolanus might become consul. In this monologue Brutus describes people's reaction to Gaius Martius' victory and how everybody now idolizes him.
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| BRUTUS All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him: your prattling nurse Into a rapture lets her baby cry While she chats him: the kitchen malkin pins Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, windows, Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges horsed With variable complexions, all agreeing In earnestness to see him: seld-shown flamens Do press among the popular throngs and puff To win a vulgar station: or veil'd dames Commit the war of white and damask in Their nicely-gawded cheeks to the wanton spoil Of Phoebus' burning kisses: such a pother As if that whatsoever god who leads him Were slily crept into his human powers And gave him graceful posture. |
