Imatges de pÓgina

Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, But mantled in your own.


O! let me clip you

In arms as sound, as when I woo'd; in heart

As merry, as on my nuptial day.


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; Ransoming him, 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.


Where is that slave,

Which told me they had beat you to your trenches? Where is he? Call him hither.

Let him alone,

Mar. He did inform the truth: But for our gentlemen, common file, (A plague! - Tribunes for them!)


The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat, as they did budge From rascals worse than they.


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 ?


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?

Com. As I guess, Marcius, Their bands in the vaward are the Antiates", Of their best trust: o'er them Aufidius,

Their very heart of hope.

s Front.

6 Soldiers of Antium.


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 :
And that you not delay the present 7; 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 never
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 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 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.

7 Present time.

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TITUS LARTIUS, having set a guard upon Corioli, going with a drum and trumpet towards COMINIUS 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 to our aid; the rest will serve For a short holding: If we lose the field,

We cannot keep the town.


Fear not our care, sir.

Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us. Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us. [Exeunt.


A field of battle between the Roman and the Volcian


Alarum. Enter MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS.

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

Worse than a promise-breaker.

8 Gates.

9 Companies of a hundred men.


We hate alike;

Not Africk owns a serpent, I abhor

More than thy fame and envy: Fix thy foot.

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


Halloo me like a hare.


If I fly, Marcius,

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, Wrench up thy power to the highest.

Auf. Wert thou the Hector, That was the whip 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.'

[Exeunt fighting, driven in by MARCIUS.


The Roman Camp.

Alarum. A Retreat is sounded. Flourish.


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,
I' the end, admire; where ladies shall be frighted,

2 In affording such ill-timed help.

And, gladly quak'd3, hear more; where the dull


That, with the fusty, plebeians, hate thine honours,
Shall say, against their hearts-We thank the gods,
Our Rome hath such a soldier ! —

Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast,
Having fully dined before.

Enter TITUS LARTIUS, with his power, from the



O general,

Here is the steed, we the caparison:

Hadst thou beheld.

Mar. Pray now, no more: my mother, Who has a charter to extol her blood,

When she does praise me, grieves me. I have done,

As you have done; that's what I can; induc'd
you have been; that 's for my country:
He, that has but effected his good will,

Hath overta'en mine act.

You shall not be

Com. The grave of your deserving; Rome must know The value of her own: 'twere a concealment Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement, To hide your doings; and to silence that, Which to the spire and top of praises vouch'd, Would seem but modest: Therefore, I beseech you, (In sign of what you are, not to reward

What you have done,) before our army hear me. Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they


To hear themselves remember'd.


Should they not,

Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude,

And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses

3 Thrown into grateful trepidation.

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