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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,
Their bands i'th' vaward are the Antiates
Of their beit truit : o'er them Aufidius,
Their very heart of hope. -

Mar. I do beseech you,
By all the battles wherein we have fought,
By th' blood w'ave shed together, by the vows
W’ave 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.

Com. 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.

Mar. Those are they,
That most are willing; if any such be here,
(As it were fin to doubt) that love this painting,
Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear
Less for his person than an ill report :
If any think, brave death out-weighs bad life,
And that his country's dearer than himself,


Let him, alone, (or many, if so minded)
Wave thus, t'express his disposition,
And follow Marcius.
[They all shout, and wave their swords, take him up in
their arms, and cast up their

Oh! me alone, make you a sword of me:
If these shews be not outward, which of you
But is four Volscians ? none of you, but is
Able to bear against the great Aufidius
A shield as hard as his. A certain number,
(Tho' thanks to all) must I select from all :
The rest shall bear the business in some other fightg.
As cause will be obey'd; please you to march,
And four shall quickly draw out my command,
Which men are best inclin'd.

Com. March on, my fellows:
Make good this oftentation, and you shall
Divide in all with us.


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 :
Qur guider, come! to th’ Raman camp. conduct us.


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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.
Auf. We hate alike:
Nor Africk owns a serpent I abhor
More than thy fame, and envy ; fix thy foot.

Mar. Let the first budger die the other's slave,
And the gods doom him after!

Auf. If I fly, Marcius,
Hallow me like a hare.

Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus,
Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
And made what work I pleas'd : ’tis not my blood,
Wherein thou see't me mask'd; for thy revenge,
Wrench up thy power to th' highest.

Auf. Wert thou the Hektor,
That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny,
Thou should'st not 'scape me here.
[Here they figlst, and certain Volscians come to the aid

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.
Enter Titus Lartius with his Power, from the pursuit.

Lart. O General,
Here is the steed, we the caparison :
Hadit thou beheld

Mar. Pray now, no more: my mother,
Who has a charter to extol her blood,
When the does praise me, grieveg me:
I have done as you have done ; that's, what I can;
Induc'd, as you have been ; that's, for my country :
He, that has but effected his good will,
Hath overta'en mine act.

Com. You shall not be
The grave of your deserving : Rome must know
The value of her own : 'twere a concealment
Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement,
To hide your doings, and to filence that,
Which, to the spire and top of praises vouchd,
Would seem but modeft : therefore, I beseech you,
In fign of what you are, not to reward
What you have done, before our army hear me.

Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they smart,
To hear themselves remembred.

Com. Should they not,
Well might they fefter 'gainst ingratitude,
And tent themselves with death: Of all the horfes,
Whereof we have ta’en good, and good store, of all
The treasure in the field atchiev'd, and city,
We render you the tenth, to be ta’en forth,
Before the common diftribution, at
Your only choice.

Mar. I thank you, General :
But cannot make my heart consent to take
A bribe, to pay my sword : I do refuse it,
And stand upon my common part with those
That have beheld the doing,
[4 long flourish. They all cry, Marcius! Marcius! can

up their caps and launces : Cominius and Larrius
Stand bare,
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Mar. May these fame inftruments, which you pro

fane, (10)
Never found more! when drums and trumpets Malt
l'th' field prove flatterers, let camps, as cities,
Be made of false-fac'd soothing! when steel grows
Soft, as the parasite's filk, let hymns be made
An overture for th' wars !-No more, I say ;
For that I have not walh'd my nose that bled,
(10) May sbese same instruments, which you profane,

Never found more: wben drums and trumpets shall
r th' field prove flatterers, let aurts and cities
Be all of falje-faced soothing,
When steel grows sofi, as the parafite's fiks
Let him be made an overture for ik' wars :-
No more I say; for that I bave not wash'd
My nose tha: bled, or foild some debile iuretib,
Hibicb ruithout note bere's many elfe. bave done,

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,"


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