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Sir, praise me not:
My work hath yet not warm'd me: Fare you
The blood I drop is rather physical
Than dangerous to me: To Aufidius thus
I will appear, and fight.
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!
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. [Ereunt.
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,
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 encount'ring,
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 an hour, my
Com. 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums:
How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour,
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 had I, sir,
Half an hour since brought my report.
That does appear as he were flay'd ? O gods!
He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have
Before-time seen him thus.
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
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.
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, 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
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 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?
As I guess, Marcius,
Their bands i' the vaward are the Antiates,
Of their best trust: o'er them Aufidius,
Their very heart of hope.
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 "?; but,
Filling the air with swords advanc'd, and darts,
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, bráve 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 dis
position, And follow Marcius.
[They all shout, and wave their swords; take him
in their arms, and cast up
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 13.
March on, my fellows:
Make good this ostentation, and you shall
Divide in all with us.
The Gates of Corioli. Titus LARTIUS, having set a guard upon Corioli,
going with a drum and trumpet toward 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