And, when it bows, stands up! Thou art left, Marcius: A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art, Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier Thou madest thine enemies shake, as if the world Re-enter MARCIus, bleeding, assaulted by the Enemy. 1 Sol, Look, Sir. Lart. 'Tis Marcius: Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. [They fight, and all enter the City, SCENE V.-Within the Town-A Street. Enter certain ROMANS, with Spoils. 1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome. 2 Rom. And I this. 3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver. [Alarum continues still afar off. Enter MARCIUS, and TITUS LARTIUS, with a Trumpet. Mar. See here these movers, that do prize their hours At a crack'd drachm+! Cushions, leaden spoons, them. And hark, what noise the general makes !-To him:There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius, Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, take Convenient numbers to make good the city; Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste To help Cominius. Lart. Worthy Sir, thou bleed'st;. Thy exercise hath been too violent for A second course of fight. Mar. Sir, praise me not: My work hath yet not warm'd me: Fare you well. The blood I drop is rather physical Than dangerous to me: To Aufidius thus I will appear, and fight. When it is bent. +A Roman coin. Lart.-Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms Mar, Thy friend no less Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell. SCENE VI.-Near the Camp of Cominius. Com. Breathe you, my friends; well fought; we Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, Enter a MESSENGER. May give you thankful sacrifice!-Thy news? Com. Though thou speak'st truth, Methinks, thou speak'st not well. How long is't since? Mess. Above an hour, my lord. Com. 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums: How couldst thou in a mile confound f an hour, Mess. Spies of the Volces Held me in chase, that I was forced to wheel Enter MARCIUS. 8 Com. Who's yonder, That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods! * Expend. He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have ' Mur. Come I too late? Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabor, More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue. From every meaner man's. Mar. Come I too late. Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, But mantled in your own, Mar. O let me clip you In arms as sound, as when I woo'd; in heart Com. Flower of warriors, How is't with Titus Lartius? - Mar. As with a man busied about decrees: Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, Com. Where is that slave, Which told me they had beat you to your trenches? Where is he? Call him hither. Mar. Let him alone, He did inform the truth: but for our gentlemen, The common file, (A plague !-Tribunes for them!) The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat, as they did budge From rascals worse than they. Com. But how prevailed you? Mar. Will the time serve to tell? I do not thinkWhere is the enemy? Are you lords o' the field? If not, why cease you till you are so? Com. Marcins, We have at disadvantage fought, and did. Retire, to win our purpose, Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on which side They have placed their men of trust? Com. As I guess, Marcius, Their bands in the vaward are the Antiates t Of their best trust: o'er them Aufidius, Mar. I do beseech you, By all the battles wherein we have fought, Front. + Soldiers of Antium. By the blood we have shed together, by the Vows We have made to endure friends, that you directly Com. Though I could wish You were conducted to a gentle bath, Mar. Those are they That most are willing:-If any such be here, If any think, brave death outweighs bad life, Wave thus, [Waving his Hand.] to express his disposition, And follow Marcius. [They all shout, and wave their Swords; O me, alone! Make you a sword of me? Com. March on, my fellows: Make good this ostentation, and you shall SCENE VII.-The Gates of Corioli. [Exeunt. ITUS LARTIUS, having set a Guard upon CORIOLI, going with a Drum and Trumpet toward CoxiNIUS and CAIUS MARCIUS, enters with a LIEUTE NANT, a Party of Soldiers, and a Scout. Lart. So, let the.ports + be guarded: keep your duties, • Present time. + Gates. As I have set them down. If I do send, despatch Lieut. Fear not our care, Sir. Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII-A Field of Battle between the Alarum.-Enter MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS. Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee Worse than a promise-breaker. Auf. We hate alike; Not Afric owns a serpent, I abhor More than thy fame and envy: fix thy foot. Auf. If I fly, Marcius, Halloo me like a hare. Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus, Alone I fought in your Corioli walls, And made what work I pleased: 'tis not my blood, Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge, Wrench up thy power to the highest. Auf. Wert thou the Hector, That was the whipt of your bragg'd progeny, [They fight, and certain Volces come to the Officious, and not valiant-you have shamed me. In your condemnd seconds. [Exeunt fighting, driven in by Marcius. SCENE IX.-The Roman Camp. Alarum.-A Retreat is sounded.-Flourish.-Enter at one side, COMINIUS, and ROMANS; at the other side, MARCIUS, with his Arm in a Scarf, and other ROMANS. Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work, Companies of a hundred men. + Stirrer. Boast, crack. |