Re-enter MARCIUS bleeding, assaulted by the Enemy. 1 Sol. Look, sir. Lart. O, 'tis Marcius: Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. 540 [They fight, and all enter the City. SCENE V. Within the Town. 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, them. And hark, what noise the general makes!-To him : There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius, Cij 550 Piercing Piercing our Romans: Then, valiant Titus, take 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. Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, 561 Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman, Prosperity be thy page 1 Mar. Thy friend no less Than those she places highest! So, farewel. Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place; 570 Where they shall know our mind: Away. [Exeunt, SCENE VI. The Roman Camp. Enter COMINIUS retreating, with Soldiers. Com. Breathe you, my friends; well fought: we are come off Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, Whiles we have struck, By interims, and conveying gusts, we have heard The charges of our friends:-Ye Roman gods! Lead their successes as we wish our own; 580 That both our powers, with smiling fronts encount ring, Enter a Messenger. May give you thankful sacrifice!-Thy news? And then I came away. Com. Though thou speak'st truth, Methinks, thou speak'st not well. How long is't How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour, And bring thy news so late? Mes. Spies of the Volsces Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel Enter MARCIUS. Com. Who's yonder, That does appear as he were flead? O gods! Mar. Come I too late? 600 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, 610 And tapers burnt 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, 620 Which told me they had beat you to your trenches? Where is he? Call him hither. Mar. 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 think Where is the enemy? Are you lords o' the field? Com. Marcius, we have at disadvantage fought, And did retire, to win our purpose. 631 Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on what side They have plac'd their men of trust? Com. 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. Mar. I do beseech you, By all the battles wherein we have fought, 640 By the blood we have shed together, by the vows Filling the air with swords advanc'd, 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 650 Deny |