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Vir. No: at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. I wish you much mirth. Val. Well, then farewell.
Enter, with drum and colours, Marcius, Titus
Lartius, Officers and Soldiers. To them a Mes. senger. Mar. Yonder comes news :-A wager, they have
met. Lart. My horse to yours, no. Mar.
'Tis done. Lart.
Agreed. Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy? Mess. They lie in view; but have not spoke as yet. Lart. So, the good horse is mine. Mar.
I'll buy him of you. Lart. No, I'll nor sell, nor give him : lend you
him, I will,
Mar. How far off lie the armies ?
Within this mile and half, Mar. Then shall we hear their larum, and they
Now, Mars, I pr’ythee make us quick in work; That we with smoking swords may march from
hence, To help our fielded* friends!-Come, blow thy blast.
They sound a parley. Enter, on the walls, some
Senators, and others. Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls ?
* In the field of battle.
1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than he, That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums
[Alarums afar off. Are bringing forth our youth : We'll break our walls, Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates, Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn'd with
They'll open of themselves. Hark you, far off;
[Other alarums. There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes Amongst your cloven army. Mar.
O, they are at it! Lart. Their noise be our instruction. Ladders,
The Volces enter, and pass over the stage.
Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their city. Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight With hearts more proof than shields.-Advance,
brave Titus: They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, Which makes me sweat with wrath.-Come on, my
fellows; He that retires, I'll take him for a Volce, And he shall feel mine edge.
Alarum, and exeunt Romans and Volces, fighting.
The Romans are beaten back to their trenches. Re-enter Marcius.
Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome! you herd of-Boils and
You souls of geese,
With fight and agued fear! Mend, and charge
home, Os, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe, And make my wars on you: look to't: Come on; If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives, As they us to our trenches followed.
Another alarum. The Volces and Romans re
enter, and the fight is renewed. The Volces retire into Corioli, and Marcius follows them to
the gates. So, now the gates are ope :-Now prove good se.
conds : 'Tis for the followers fortune widens them, Not for the fiers: mark me, and do the like.
[He enters the gates, and is shut in. 1 Sol. Fool-hardiness ; not I. % Sol.
Nor I. 3 Sol.
See, they Have shut him in.
[Alarum continues. All
To the pot, I warrant him.
Enter Titus Lartius.
Lart. What is become of Marcius?
Slain, sir, doubtless.
O noble fellow !
* Having sensation, feeling.
+ When it is bent.
Only in strokes ; but, with thy grim looks, and
Re-enter Marcius bleeding, assaulted by the enemy.
Look, sir, Lart.
'Tis Marcius : Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.
[They fight, and all enter the city.
Within the town. A street.
Enter certain Romans, with spoils. 1 Rom. This I will 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, Irous of a doit, doublets that hangmen would Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, Ere yet the fight be done, pack up :-Down with
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
# A Roman coin.
Convenient numbers to make good the city;
Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
Sir, praise me not:
Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms Misguide thy opposer's swords! Bold gentleman, Prosperity be thy page! Mar.
Thy friend no less Than those she placeth highest! So farewell. Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius !
[Erit Marcius. Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place; Call thither all the officers of the town, Where they shall know our mind. Away.
Near the camp of Cominius.
Enter Cominius and forces, retreating.
are come off