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
Even to Cato's wish: not fierce and terrible
Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks, and
The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds.

Thou madest thine enemies shake, as if the world
Were feverous, and did tremble.

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,
Irons 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 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
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.
Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
Call thither all the officers of the town,
Where they shall know our mind: Away. [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 charged again. Whiles we have struck,
By interims, and conveying gusts, we have heard
The charges of our friends:-The Roman gods,
Lead their successes as we wish our own;
That both our powers, with smiling fronts encoun-
tering.

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.

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,
And bring thy news so late?

Mess. Spies of the Volces

Held me in chase, that I was forced to wheel
Three or four miles about; else had I, Sir,
Half an hour since brought my report.

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 '
Before-time seen him thus.

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

Com. 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 him, or pitying, threatening 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 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,
Their very heart of hope.

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
Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiates:
And that you not delay the present; but,
Filling the air with swords advanced, and darts,
We prove this very hour.

Com. Though I could wish

You were conducted to a gentle bath,
And balms applied to you, yet dare I never
Deny your asking; take your choice of those
That best can aid your action.

Mar. 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 person than an ill report;

If any think, brave death outweighs bad life,
And that his country's dearer than himself;
Let him, alone, or so many, so minded,

Wave thus, [Waving his Hand.] to express his disposition,

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 inclined.

Com. March on, my fellows:

Make good this ostentation, and you shall
Divide in all with us.

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
Those centuries to our aid; the rest will serve
For a short holding: if we lose the field,
We cannot keep the town.

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
Roman and the Volcian Camps.

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

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,
Thou shouldst not scape me here.-.

[They fight, and certain Volces come to the
aid of Aufidius.

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.