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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 moule ne'er flunn'd the cat, as they did budge From raicals worse than they.
Com. But how prevail'd you?
Mar. Will the time serve to tell? I do not thinkWhere is the enemy? are you Lords o'ch' field ? If not, why cease you 'tili you are so?
Com. Marcius, we have at disadvantage fought, And did retire to win our purpose.
Mar. How lies their battle? know you on what side They have plac'd their men of trust?
Com. As I guess, Marcius,
Mar. I do beseech you,
Com. Though I could wish,
Mar. Those are they,
Let him, alone, (or many, if so minded)
Com. March on, my fellows:
SCENE changes to Corioli. Titus Lartius having set a guard upon Corioli, going
with drum and trumpet toward Cominius and Caius Marcius ; Enter with a Lieutenant, other Soldiers, and
a scout. Lart. 0, let the ports be guarded; keep your duties,
As I have set them down. If I do fend, dispatch Those centries to our aid ; the rest will serve For a short holding;, if we lose the field, We cannot keep the town.
Lieu. Fear not our care, Sir.
Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon's :
SCENE changes to the Roman Camp. Alarum, as in battle. Enter Marcius and Aufidius, ar
feveral doors. Mar. T'LL fight with none but thee, for I do hate thee
Worse than a promise-breaker.
Mar. Let the first budger die the other's slave,
Auf. If I fly, Marcius,
Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus,
Auf. Wert thou the Hektor,
of Aufidius. Marcius fights, 'till they be driven in
breathless. Officious, and not valiant !-you have sham'd me In your condemned feconds. Flourish. Alarum. A retreat is founded. Enter at one
door, Cominius with the Romans; at another door, Marcius, with his arm in a scarf.
Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work, Thou’lt not believe thy deeds : but I'll report it, Where senators fall mingle tears with smiles; Where great patricians shall attend and shrug; I'th' end, admire; where Ladies shall be frighted, And gladly quak’d, hear more; where the dull tribunes, That with the fufty plebeians, hate thine honours, Shall say against their hearts,-We thank the gods, Our Rome hath such a soldier ! Yet cam'ít thou to a morsel of this feast
Having fully din'd before.
Lart. O General,
Mar. Pray now, no more: my mother,
Com. You shall not be
Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they smart,
Com. Should they not,
Mar. I thank you, General :
up their caps and launces : Cominius and Larrius
Mar. May these fame inftruments, which you pro
Never found more: wben drums and trumpets shall
You shout me forib in acclamations byperbolical, &c.] Many of the verses in this truly fine pafiage are dismounted, unnu. merous, and imperfect : and the last is no less than two foot and a half too long. For this reason I have ventur'd to transpose them to their measure; and the sense, 'tis plain, has been no less maim than the numbers. To remedy this part, I have had the assistance of my ingenious friend Mr. Warburton; and with the benefit of his happy conjectures, which I have inserted in the text, the whole, I hope, is restor’d to that purity, which was quite lost in the corrup: tions. I shall now subjoin his comment, in proof of the emendati
“ The meaning, that sense requires in the antithefis evidently “ design’d here, is this. If one change its usual nature to a thing “ most opposite, then let the other do fo too. But courts and cities, “ being made all of smootb-fac’d footbing, remain in their proper aa“ ture. In the second part of the sentence, the antithesis between “ fleel and the parasite's filk does not indeed labour with this absurdi
ty: but it labours with another equally bad, and that is, nonsenfe " in the expression. The poet's whole thought seems to be this. If “ drums and trumpets change ibeir nature preposterously, let camps do
fo too: And in the latter part of the sentence, the emendatiòn “ seems to give a particular beauty to the expression. He had said “ before, If drums and trumpets prove flatterers; now here, alluding “ to the same thought, he fays, Then let hymns, Soft mufick destin'd * to tbe praises of gods and beroes, be an overture for the wars : Where " the overture is used with great technical propriety: I should ob" serve one thing, that the members of these two antitbefes are con“ founded one with another, which is a practice common with the “ beft authors ; and it is a figure the rhetoricians have found a name « for,"