Who, sensibly,' outdares his senseless sword, And, when it bows, stands up! Thou art left, Marcius: Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the Enemy. Look, sir. Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. SCENE V. "Tis Marcius; [They fight, and all enter the City. Within the Town. A Street. Enter certain ROMANS, with Spoils. 1 Roman. This will I carry to Rome. 2 Roman. And I this. 3 Roman. A murrain on't! I took this for silver. [Alarum continues still afar off. Enter MARCIUS, and TITUS LARTIUS, with a Trumpet. Marcius. See here these movers, that do prize their hours At a crack'd drachm!2 Cushions, leaden spoons, Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste Lartius. Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; 1 Having sensation, feeling. 2 A Roman coin. Thy exercise hath been too violent for Marcius. Sir, praise me not: My work hath yet not warm'd me: Fare you well, Than dangerous to me: To Aufidius thus I will appear and fight. Lartius. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall in love with thee; and her great charms 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; SCENE VI.-Near the Camp of COMINIUS. [Exeunt. Enter COMINIUS and Forces, 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, The charges of our friends :-The Roman gods, That both our powers, with smiling fronts encountering, Enter a MESSENGER. May give you thankful sacrifice!-Thy news? 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 confounds an hour, And bring thy news so late? Messenger. Spies of the Volces Cominius. Enter MARCIUS. Who's yonder, That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods! Marcius. 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's. 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 you; In arms as sound, as when I woo'd; in heart As merry, as on our nuptial day. Cominius. How is't with Titus Lartius? Flower of warriors, Marcius. As with a man busied about decrees: Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, Cominius. Where is that slave, 3 Expend. you to your trenches? Let him alone, Which told me they had beat 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 Marcius. How lies their battle? Know you on which side They have plac'd their men of trust? Cominius. As I guess, Marcius, Their bands in the vaward are the Antiates, 5 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 Filling the air with swords advanc'd, and darts, Cominius. Though I could wish And balms applied to you, yet dare I never Marcius. Those are they That most are willing:-If any such be here, 4 Front. 5 Soldiers of Antium. 1 6 Present time. Lesser his person than an ill report; If any think, brave death outweighs bad life, 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? As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march ;- Cominius. March on, my fellows : Make good this ostentation, and you shall SCENE VII.-The Gates of CORIOLI. [Exeunt. TITUS LARTIUS, having set a Guard upon CORIOLI, going with a Drum and Trumpet towards COMINIUS and CAIUS MARCIUS, enters with a LIEUTENANT, a party of SOLDIERS, and a SCOUT. Lartius. So, let the ports? be guarded: keep your duties, As I have set them down. If I do send, despatch For a short holding: if we lose the field, We cannot keep the town. Lieutenant. Fear not our care, sir. Lartius. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.— Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us. • Gates. [Exeunt. 8 Companies of a hundred men. |