Enter the Volfcies. Mar. They fear us not, but iffue forth their City. Now put your Shields before your Hearts, and fight With Hearts more proof than Shields. Advance, brave Titus, They do difdain us much beyond our Thoughts, And he fhall feel mine Edge. Alarum; the Romans are beat back to their Trenches. Mar. All the contagion of the South, light on you, Against the Wind a Mile: You Souls of Geefe, Another Alarum, and Martius follows them to So, now the Gates are ope: Now prove good Seconds. Not for the Fliers: Mark me, and do the like. 1 Sol. Fool-hardinefs, not I. 2 Sol. Nor I. 1 Sol. See, they have shut him in. Enter Titus Lartius. Lart. What is become of Martins? All. Slain, Sir, doubtless. [He Enters the Gates: [Alarum continues: 1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very Heels, Lart. Lart. Oh noble Fellow ! Who fenfibly out dares his fenfelefs Sword, And when it bows, ftands up: Thou art left, Martius. Were not fo rich a Jewel. Thou waft a Soldier Enter Martius bleeding, affaulted by the Enemy. I Sol. Look, Sir. Lart. O, 'tis Martius. Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. [They fight, and all enter the City. Enter certain Romans with Spoils. 1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome. 2 Rom. And I this. 3 Rom. A Murrain on't, I took this for Silver. [Exeunt. [Alarum continues ftill afar off. Enter Martius and Titus Lartius, with a Trumpet. Mar. See here thefe Movers, that do prize their Hours At a crack'd Drachm: Cushions, leaden Spoons, Irons of a Doit, Doublets that Hangmen would Bury with those that wore them, these base Slaves, E'er yet the Fight be done,pack up; down with them. And hark, what noife the General makes! To him, There is the Man of my Soul's hate, Aufidius, Piercing our Romans: Then Valiant Titus take Convenient Numbers to make good the City, Whilft I, with thofe that have the Spirit, will hafte To help Cominius. Lart. Worthy Sir, thou bleed'st; Thy Exercise hath been too violent, For a fecond Course of Fight. Mar. Sir, praise me not: My Work hath yet not warm'd me. Fare you well: The Blood I drop, is rather Phyfical Than dangerous to me. To Aufidius, thus I will appear Lart. Now the fair Goddess Fortune, Fall deep in Love with thee,and her great Charms (and fight. VOL. IV. Cc Mif Misguide thy Oppofers Swords: bold Gentleman! Mar. Thy Friend no lefs, Than those the placeth highest: So farewel. Go found thy Trumpet in the Market-place, [Exeunt. Enter Cominius Retreating, with Soldiers. Nor cowardly in Retire: Believe me, Sirs, We fhall be charg'd again. Whiles we have ftruck, That both our Powers, with fmiling Fronts encountring, Enter a Messenger. Mef. The Citizens of Coriolus have iffued, And given to Lartius and to Martius Battel. I faw our Party to their Trenches driven, Com. Tho' thou fpeakest Truth, Methinks thou fpeak'it not well. How long is't fince? Com. 'Tis not a Mile: Briefly we heard their Drums. And bring the News fo late? Mef. Spies of the Volfcies Held me in chafe, that I was forc'd to wheel Half an Hour fince brought my Report. Com. Who's yonder, That does appear as he were Flea'd? O Gods, He has the ftamp of Martius, and I have Before time feen him thus. Mar. Come I too late? (off Com. The Shepherd knows not Thunder from a Taber, More than I know the Sound of Martins's Tongue From From every meaner Man. Mar. Come I too late? Com. Ay, if you come not in the Blood of others, But inantled in your own. Mar. Oh! let me clip ye In Arms as found, as when I woo'd in Heart; And Tapers burnt to Bedward. Com. Flower of Warriors, how is't with Titus Lartins? Even like a fawning Grey-hound in the Least, Com. Where is that Slave Which told me they had beat you to your Trenches? Mar. Let him alone, He did inform the truth: But for our Gentlemen, Com. But how prevail'd you? Mar. Will the time ferve to tell? I do not think Where is the Enemy? Are you Lords o'th' Field? If not, why ceafe you till you are fo? Com. Martius, we have at difadvantage fought, And did retire to win our purpose. Mar. How lies their Battel? Know you on what fide they have plac'd their Men of truft. Com. As I guess, Martins, Their Bands i'th' Vaward are the Ancients Of their best trust: O'er them Aufidius, Their very heart of Hope. Mar. I do befeech you, By all the Battels wherein we have fought, By th' Blood we have fhed together, By th' Vows we have made To endure Friends, that you directly fet me And that you not delay the prefent, but Ct 2 Filling Filling the Air with Swords advanc'd, and Darts, Com. Though I could wish You were conducted to a gentle Bath, That moft are willing; if any fuch be here, And follow Martius. They all Shout and wave their Swords, take him up in their Oh! me alone, make you a Sword of me : Com. March on my Fellows : you fhall [Exeunt. Titus Lartius having fet a Guard upon Coriolus, going with Drum and Trumpet toward Cominius, and Čaius Martius, Enters with a Lieutenant, other Soldiers, and a Scout. Lart. So, let the Ports be guarded; keep your Duties As I have fet them down. IfI do fend, difpatch Those Centuries to our aid, the reft will ferve We cannot keep the Towr. |