Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world Were feverous, and did tremble. 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 Rom. And I this. 4 3 Rom. A murrian 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, Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste To help Cominius. Lart. Thy exercise hath been too violent for Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; Sir, praise me not: A second course of fight. Mar. 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, Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman, Prosperity be thy page! Thy friend no less Mar. [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. [Exeunt, 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, We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have struck, That both our powers, with smiling fronts encoun tering, 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 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. 7 confound an hour,] Confound is here used not in its common acceptation, but in the sense of-to expend. Conterere tempus. Mar. O! let me clip you In arms as sound, as when I woo'd; in heart Com. 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, Com. Where is that slave, Which told me they had beat you to your 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 think Where is the enemy? Are you lords o' the field? If not, why cease you till you are so? Com. Marcius, We have at disadvantage fought, and did Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on which side They have plac'd their men of trust? Com. As I guess, Marcius, Their hands in the vaward are the Antiates, * Ransoming him, or pitying,] i, e. remitting his ransom. Mar. I do beseech you, By all the battles wherein we have fought, By the blood we have shed together, by the vows Filling the air with swords advanc'd, and darts, Com. Though I could wish You were conducted to a gentle bath, And balms applied to you, yet dare I never Mar. Those are they If any think, brave death outweighs bad life, 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 Volces? None of you but is Able to bear against the great Aufidius A shield as hard as his. A certain number, 9 And that you not delay the present;] Delay, for let slip. |