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Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten filk, never admitting
Counsel o'th' war; but at his nurse's tears
He whined and roared away your victory,
That pages blushed at him; and men of heart
Looked wond'ring each at other.

Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars !------
Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears !-----
Cor. Ha!
Auf. No more.
Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart

great for what contains it. Boy? O llave !---Pardon me, Lords, 'tis the first time that ever I'm forced to scold. Your judgments, my grave

Lords, Must give this cur the lie; and his own notion, (Who wears my stripes impressed upon hiin, that Must bear my beating to his grave) shall join To thrust the lie unto him.

i Lord. Peace both, and hear me speak.

Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volscians, men and lads, Stain all your edges in me. Boy! false hound! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-coat, I Fluttered your Volscians in Corioli. Alone I did it. Boy!

Auf. Why, noble Lords, Will

you put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unloly braggart, Fore your own eyes and ears ?

All Con. Let him die for't.

All People. Tear him to pieces, do it presently: He killed my son,----my daughter,---killed my

He killed my father.----

[The Groud fpeak promiscuously, Vol. XI.



2 Lord. Peace ---no outrage---peace---
The man is noble, and his fame folds in
This orb o'th' earth; his last offences to us
Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius,
And trouble not the peace.

Cor. 'O that I had him,
With fix Aufidius's, or more, his tribe,
To use my lawful sword---

Auf. Infolent'villain!
All Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.
[The Conspirators all draw, and kill Marcius,

who falls, and Aufidius stands on him.
Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold.
Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak.
i Lord. O Tullus----

2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed, whereat Valour will weep.

3 Lord. Tread not upon him---masters all, be quiet; Put up your

swords. suf. My Lords, when you shall know (as in

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Provoked by him, you cannot) the great danger
Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice
That he is thus cut off. Please it your Honours
To call me to your senate, I'll deliver
Myself your loyal fervant, or endure
Your heaviest censure.

i Lord. Bear from hence his body,
And mourn you for him. Let him be regarded
As the most noble corse that ever herald
Did follow to his urn.

2 Lord. His own impatience
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame :
Let's make the best of it.

Auf: My rage is gone,
And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up:

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Help, three o'th' chiefest foldiers ; I'll be one. (42)
Beat thou the drum, that it fpeak mournfully :
Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he
Hath widowed and unchilded many a one,
Which to this hour bewail the injury,
Yet he shall have a noble memory,

[Exeunt, bearing the body of Marcius.

A dead march founded.
(42) Help, three oth chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.)
Not one of the three, but one to allilt them; he would make
the fourth man. So, in the conclusion of Hamlet ;

-Let four captains
Bcar Hamlet like a soldier to the stage.

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