They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, Which makes me sweat with wrath.-Come, on my fellows; He that retires, I'll take him for a Volce, And he shall feel mine edge. Alarum, and exeunt Romans and Volces, fighting. The Romans are beaten back to their trenches. MARCIUS. Re-enter Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you, Against the wind a mile? You souls of geese, Another Alarum. The Volces and Romans re-enter, '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. 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, Mar cius: 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 Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy. 1 Sol. Lart. Look, sir. '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 Kom. 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 11 hours At a crack'd dram! 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 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. ( 1 Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; Thy exercise hath been too violent for Mar. 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. Lart. well. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms Mar. Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell. Thy friend no less [Exit Marcius. [Exeunt. Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius!- 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, 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? 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 could'st thou in a mile confound an hour, And bring thy news so late? Mess. 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. 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 |