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Lart. So, the good horse is mine.
I'll buy him of you. Lart. No, I'll nor sell, nor give him : lend you him
Mar. How far off lie these armies?
Within this mile and half.
and others. Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls ?
1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than he, That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums
(Drums 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 rushes ; They'll open of themselves. Hark you, far off;
[Alarum afar off. There is Aufidius : list, what work he makes Amongst your cloven army. Mar.
0! they are at it. Lart. Their noise be our instruction.-Ladders, ho !
The Volsces 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 He that retires, I'll take him for a Volsce, (fellows: And he shall feel mine edge. Alarum, and exeunt Romans and Volsces, fighting. The
Romans are beaten back to their Trenches. Re-enter MARCIUS enraged.
Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome! Unheard-of boils and plagues? Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd Farther than seen, and one infect another Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese,
1 You herd of-Boils and plagues : in f. e. Vol. VI.-11
That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
Corioli, and Marcius follows them to the Gates.
(He enters the Gates, and is shut in. 1 Sol. Fool-hardiness ! not I. 2 Sol.
Nor I. 3 Sol. See, they have shut him in. (Alarum continues. All.
To the port! I warrant him.
Enter Titus LARTIUS.
Slain, sir, doubtless. 1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels, · With them he enters; who, upon the sudden,
Clapp'd-to their gates: he is himself alone,
O noble fellow !
by the Enemy.
0, 't is Marcius ! Let’s fetch him off, or make remain alike.
[They fight, and all enter the City. 1 pot : in f. e.
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
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 opposers' swords ! Bold gentleman, Prosperity be thy page! Mar.
Thy friend no less Than those she placeth highest. So, farewell.
Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius ! (Exit Marcius.
Near the Camp of COMINIUS.
are come off
We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have struck,
Enter a Messenger.
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:
Spies of the Volsces
Who's yonder, That does appear as he were flay'd ? O gods ! He has the stamp of Marcius, and I have Before-time seen him thus. Mar.
Come I too late ?
Come I too late ?
0! let me clip you
Flower of warriors,
Mar. As with a man busied about decrees : Condemning some to death, and some to exile ; Ransoming him, or pitying, threatening the other; Holding Corioli, in the name of Rome,
Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash,
Where is that slave,
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 think it. Where 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 purposes.
Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on which side They have plac'd their men of trust ? Com.
As I guess, Marcius,
I do beseech you,
Though I could wish
Those are they