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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.
LARTIUS.?Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;?Thy exercise hath been too violent?For a second course of fight.
MARCIUS.?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.
LARTIUS.?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!
MARCIUS.?Thy friend no less?Than those she placeth highest!--So farewell.
LARTIUS.?Thou worthiest Marcius!--
[Exit MARCIUS.]
Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;?Call thither all the officers o' the town,?Where they shall know our mind: away!
[Exeunt.]
SCENE VI. Near the camp of COMINIUS.
[Enter COMINIUS and Foreces, retreating.]
COMINIUS.?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 encountering,?May give you thankful sacrifice!--
[Enter A MESSENGER.]
Thy news?
MESSENGER.?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.
COMINIUS.?Though thou speak'st truth,?Methinks thou speak'st not well. How long is't since?
MESSENGER.?Above an hour, my lord.
COMINIUS.?'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums:?How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour,?And bring thy news so late?
MESSENGER.?Spies of the Volsces?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.
COMINIUS.?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.
MARCIUS.?[Within.] Come I too late?
COMINIUS.?The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabor?More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue?From every meaner man.
[Enter MARCIUS.]
MARCIUS.?Come I too late?
COMINIUS.?Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,?But mantled in your own.
MARCIUS.?O! let me clip ye?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.
COMINIUS.?Flower of warriors,?How is't with Titus Lartius?
MARCIUS.?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.
COMINIUS.?Where is that slave?Which told me they had beat you to your trenches??Where's he? call him hither.
MARCIUS.?Let him alone;?He did inform the truth: but for our gentlemen,?The common file,--a plague!--tribunes for them!--?The mouse ne'er shunned the cat as they did budge?From rascals worse than they.
COMINIUS.?But how prevail'd you?
MARCIUS.?Will the time serve to tell? I do not think.?Where is the enemy? are you lords o' the field??If not, why cease you till you are so?
COMINIUS.?Marcius,?We have at disadvantage fought, and did?Retire, to win our purpose.
MARCIUS.?How lies their battle? know you on which side?They have placed their men of trust?
COMINIUS.?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.
MARCIUS.?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,?We prove this very hour.
COMINIUS.?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.
MARCIUS.?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 Volsces? 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 from all: 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.
COMINIUS.?March on, my fellows;?Make good this ostentation, and you shall?Divide in all with us.
[Exeunt.]
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