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Enter a Messenger.
May give you thankful sacrifice !-Thy news?

Mess The citizens of Corioli have issued,
And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle:
I saw our party to their trenches driven,
And then I came away.

Though thou speak’st truth, Methinks, thou speak'st not well. How long is't

since ?
Mess. Above ad hour, my lord.
Com. 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their

How could'st thou in a mile contound* an liour,
And bring thy news so late?

Spies of the Volces
Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel
Three or four miles about; else lad I, sir,
Half an hour since brought my report.

Enter Marcius. Com.

Who's yonder, That does appear as he were fay'd ? O gods ! He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have Before-time seen him thus. Mar.

Come I too late?
Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a

More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue,
From every meaner man's.

Come I too late?
Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
But mantled in your own.

O! let me clip you Iu arms as sound, as when I woo'd ; in heart

• Expend.

As merry, as when our nuptial day was done,
And tapers burn'd to bedward.

Flower of warriors, How is't with Titus Lartius?

Mar. As with a man busied about decrees : Condemning some to death, and some to exile; Ransoming hin, or pitying, threat'ning the other; Holding Corioli in the name of Rome, Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, To let him slip at will. 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 prevail'd you?
Mar. Will the time serve to tell? I do not

Where is the enemy? Are you lords of the field ?
If not, why cease you till you are so?

We bave at disadvantage fought, and did
Retire, lo win our purpose.
Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on which

side They have plac'd their men of trust? Com.

As I guess, Marcius, Their bands in the vaward* are the Antiatest, Of their best trust: o'er them Aufidius, Their very heart of hope. Mar.

I do beseech you, By all the battles wherein we have fought, By the blood we have shed together, by the vows We have made to endure friends, that you directly Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiates :

# Front.

+ Soldiers of Antium)

And that you not delay the present*; but,
Filling the air with swords advanc'd, and darts,
We prove this very hour.

Though I could wish
You were conducted to a gentle bath,
And balms applied to you, yet dare I pever
Deny your asking; take your choice of those
That best can aid your action.

Those are they
That most are willing :- If any such be here
(As it were sin to doubt), that love this painting
Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear
Lesser his persou than an ill report ;

any think, brave death outweighs bad life,
And that his country's dearer than himself;
Let him, alone, or so many, so miuded,
Wave thus, (IVaving his hand.] to express his dis.

position, And follow Marcius. [They all shout, and wave their swords; take

him up in their arms, and cast up their caps. O me, alone! Make you a sword of me? If these shows be not outward, which of you But is four Volces ? None of you but is Able to bear against the great Aufidius A shield as hard as his. A certain number, Though thanks to all, must I select: the rest Shall bear the business in some other fight, As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march; And four shall quickly draw out my command, Which men are best inclin'd. Com.

March on, my fellows: Make good this ostentation, and

shall Divide in all with us.



• Present time.


The gates of Corioli.

Titus Lartius, having set a guard upon Corioli,

going with a drum and trumpet toward Comi. nius and Caius Marcius, enters with a Lieutenant, a party of Soldiers, and a Scout. Lart. So, let the ports* be guarded : keep your

duties, As I have set them down. If I do send, despatch Those centuries t to our aid; the rest will serve For a short holding: If we lose the field, We cannot keep the town. Lieu.

Fear not our care, sir. Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us.



field of batlle between the Roman and the Vol.

scian camps.

Alurum. Enter Marcius and Aufidius.

Nar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate

Worse than a promise-breaker.

We hate alike;
Not Africk owns a serpent, I abhor
More than thy fame and envy: Fix thy foot.

# Gates.

+ Companies of a hundred men.

Mar. Let the first budger* die the other's slave, And the gods doom him after! Auf

If I fy, Marcius, Halloo me like a hare. Mar.

Within these three hours, Tullus, Alone I fought in your Corioli walls, And made what work I pleas'd ; 'Tis not my blood, Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge, Wrencii ap thy power to the highest. Auf.

Wert thou the Hector, That was the whipt of your bragg'd progeny, Thou should'st not scape me here.[They fight, and certain Volces come to the

aid of Aufidius. Officious, and not valiant-you have sham'd me In your condemned seconds I.

[Exeunt fighting, driven in by Marcius.


The Roman camp.

Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Flourish. En

ter 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, Thou'lt not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it, Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles; Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug, l'the end, admire; where ladies shall be frighted,

• Stirrer.

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