Alarum, and exeunt ROMANS and VOLCES, fighting. The ROMANS are beaten back to their Trenches. Reenter MARCIUS, Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you, With flight and agued fear! Mend, and charge home, 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 seconds: "Tis for the followers fortune widens them, Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like. [He enters the Gates and is shut in. 1 Sol. Fool-hardiness! not I. 1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels, Lart. O noble fellow! Who, sensible, outdares his senseless sword, And, when it bows, stands up! Thou art left, Marcius: B A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art, Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the Enemy. 1 Sol. Lart. Look, sir. Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. "Tis Marcius: [They fight, and all enter the City. SCENE V. 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. 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 warin'd me: Fare yon well. The blood I drop is rather physical Than dangerous to me: To Aufidius thus Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman, Prosperity be thy page! Mar. 'Thy friend no less Than those she placeth highest! So farewell. [Exit Marcius. Go, sound thy trumpet in the market place ; [Exeunt SCENE VI. Near the Camp of COMINIUS. Enter COMINIUS and Forces, retreating. Com. Breathe you, my friends; well fought, we are come off Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs, We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have struck, 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 an hour, And bring thy news so late? Spies of the Volces Mess. Com. Enter MARCIUS. Who's yonder, That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods! Mar. 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. Com. How is't with Titus Lartius? Flower of warriors, Mar. As with a man busied about decrees: Condemning some to death, and some to exile; Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, Com. Where is that slave, you to your trenches? Let him alone, Which told me they had beat Com. But how prevail'd 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. Marcius, We have at disadvantage fought, and did Retire, to win our purpose. Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on which They have plac'd their men of trust? [sid Com. As I guess, Marcius, Their bands in the vaward are the Antiates, Mar. I do beseech you, By all the battles wherein we have fought, Com. Though I could wish Mar. If any think, brave death outweighs bad life, Wave thus, [Waving his Hand] to express his disposi- [tion, [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? A shield as hard as bis. A certain number, Com. March on, my fellows: |