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blished against the rich, and provide more piercing And leave me but the bran.” What say you to't? statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If 2 Cit. It was an answer. How apply you this ? the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the Men. The senators of Rome are this good belly, love they bear us.

And you the mutinous members : for examine Men. Either you must

Their counsels, and their cares; digest things rightly, Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,

Touching the weal o' the common, you shall find, Or be accus'd of folly. I shall tell you

No public benefit which you receive, A pretty tale: it may be, you have heard it; But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you, But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture And no way from yourselves.-- What do you think, To scale 't a little more.

You, the great toe of this assembly ?2 Cit. Well,

2 Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe? I'll hear it, sir : yet you must not think

Men. For that being one o' the lowest, basest, poorest, To fob off our disgraces with a tale ;

Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost: But, an't please you, deliver.

Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run, Men. There was a time, when all the body's members Lead’st first to win some vantage.Rebell’d against the belly ; thus accus'd it :

But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs, That only like a gulf it did remain

Rome and her rats are at the point of battle ; I' the midst o' the body, idle and unactive,

The one side must have bale.- Hail, noble Marcius ! Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing,

Enter Caius Marcius. Like labour with the rest; where th' other instruments Mar. Thanks.- What's the matter, you dissentious Did see, and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel,

rogues, And, mutually participate, did minister

That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Unto the appetite, and affection common

Make yourselves scabs ? Of the whole body. The belly answered.

2 Cit.

We have ever your good word. 2 Cit. Well, sir, what answer made the belly ? Mar. He that will give good words to ye, will flatter

Men. Sir, I shall tell you.— With a kind of smile, Beneath abhorring.- What would you have, you curs, Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus, That like nor peace, nor war ? the one affrights you; (For, look you, I may make the belly smile,

The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you, As well as speak) it tauntingly replied

Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; T the discontented members, the mutinous parts Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no, That envied his receipt; even so most fitly

Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, As you malign our senators, for that

Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is They are not such as you.

To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, 2 Cit.

Your belly's answer? What! And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness, The kingly crowned head, the vigilant eye,

Deserves your hate ; and your affections are The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,

A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter,

Which would increase his evil. He that depends With other muniments and petty helps

Upon your favours swims with fins of lead, In this our fabric, if that they

And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye? Men.

What then ?- With every minute you do change your mind, 'Fore me, this fellow speaks !—what then? what then? And call him noble, that was now your hate,

2 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, Him vile, that was your garland. What's the matter, Who is the sink o' the body,

That in these several places of the city Men.

Well, what then? You cry against the noble senate, who, 2 Cit. The former agents, if they did complain, Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else What could the belly answer?

Would feed on one another ?— What's their seeking ? Men.

I will tell you,

Men. For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say, If you'll bestow a small (of what you have little) The city is well stor'd. Patience a while, you'll hear the belly's answer.

Mar.

Hang 'em! They say ? 2 Cit. Y'are long about it.

They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know Men.

Note me this, good friend; What's done i' the Capitol; who's like to rise, Your most grave belly was deliberate,

Who thrives, and who declines; side factions, and give Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd :

out “ True is it, my incorporate friends," quoth he, Conjectural marriages; making parties strong, “ That I receive the general food at first,

And feebling such as stand not in their liking Which you do live upon; and fit it is,

Below their cobbled shoes. They say, there's grain Because I am the store-house, and the shop

enough? Of the whole body: but if you do remember,

Would the nobility lay aside their ruth, I send it through the rivers of your blood,

And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry Even to the court, the heart, the senate, brain; With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high And through the ranks and offices of man:

As I could pick my lance. The strongest nerves, and small inferior veins,

Men. Nay, these are all most thoroughly persuaded; From me receive that natural competency

For though abundantly they lack discretion, Whereby they live. And though that all at once, Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you, You, my good friends,” this says the belly, mark me,– What

says

the other troop? 2 Cit. Ay, sir; well, well.

Mar.

They are dissolved. Hang 'em! Men.

Though all at once cannot | They said, they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth proSee what I do deliver out to each,

verbs, Yet I can make my audit up, that all

That hunger broke stone walls; that dogs must eat; From me do back receive the flour of all,

That meat was made for mouths; that the gods sent not

vent

Corn for the rich men only.— With these shreds Bru. The present wars devour him: he is

grown They vented their complainings; which being answer’d, Too proud to be so valiant. And a petition granted them, a strange one,

Sic.

Such a nature, (To break the heart of generosity,

Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow And make bold power look pale) they threw their caps Which he treads on at noon. But I do wonder, As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon, His insolence can brook to be commanded Shouting their exultation.

Under Cominius.
Men.
What is granted them? Bru.

Fame, at the which he aims,
Mar. Five tribunes, to defend their vulgar wisdoms, In whom already he is well grac'd, cannot
Of their own choice: one's Junius Brutus,

Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by Sicinius Velutus, and I know not—'Sdeath!

A place below the first; for what miscarries
The rabble should have first unroof'd the city, Shall be the general's fault, though he perform
Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time

To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure
Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes Will then cry out of Marcius, “O, if he
For insurrection's arguing.

Had borne the business!”
Men.
This is strange.

Sic.

Besides, if things go well, Mar. Go; get you home, you fragments !

Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall
Enter a Messenger.

of his demerits rob Cominius. Mess. Where's Caius Marcius ?

Bru.

Come : Mar.

Here. What's the matter? | Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius, Mess. The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms. Though Marcius earn'd them not; and all his faults Mar. I am glad on't: then, we shall have means to To Marcius shall be honours, though, indeed,

In aught he merit not. Our musty superfluity.-See, our best elders.

Sic.

Let's hence, and hear Enter Cominius, Titus Lartius, and other Senators; How the despatch is made ; and in what fashion,

Junius BRUTUS, and Sicinius Velutus. More than his singularity, he goes 1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true that you have lately told us; Upon his present action. The Volsces are in arms.

Bru.

Let's along.

[Exeunt. Mar. They have a leader,

SCENE II.-Corioli. The Senate-House. Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't. I sin in envying his nobility,

Enter Tullus Aufidius, and Senators. And, were I any thing but what I am,

1 Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius, Would wish me only he.

That they of Rome are enter'd in our counsels, Com.

You have fought together. And know how we proceed. Mar. Were half to half the world by th' ears, and he Auf

Is it not yours? Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make

What ever have been thought on in this state, Only my wars with him : he is a lion

That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome That I am proud to hunt.

Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone, 1 Sen.

Then, worthy Marcius, Since I heard thence; these are the words : I think, Attend upon Cominius to these wars.

I have the letter here; yes, here it is :- [Reads. Com. It is your former promise.

They have press'd a power, but it is not known Mar.

Sir, it is;

Whether for east, or west. The dearth is great; And I am constant.- Titus Lartius, thou

The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd,
Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face. Cominius, Marcius your old enemy,
What! art thou stiff? stand'st out?

(Who is of Rome worse hated than of you) Tit.

No, Caius Marcius; And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,
I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other, These three lead on this preparation
Ere stay behind this business.

Whither 'tis bent: most likely, 'tis for you.
Men.

0, true bred!

Consider of it." 1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where, I know, 1 Sen.

Our army's in the field. Our greatest friends attend us.

We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready Tit.

Lead you on:

To answer us. Follow, Cominius ; we must follow you,

Auf. Nor did you think it folly, Right worthy your priority.

To keep your great pretences veil’d, till when Com.

Noble Marcius!

They needs must show themselves; which in the hatch1 Sen. Hence! To your homes! be gone.

ing,

[To the Citizens. It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery, Mar.

Nay, let them follow. We shall be shorten'd in our aim; which was,
The Volsces have much corn : take these rats thither, To take in many towns, ere, almost, Rome
To gnaw their garners.—Worshipful mutineers, Should know we were afoot.
Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.

2 Sen.

Noble Aufidius, [Exeunt Senators, Com. Mar. Tit. and Menen. Take

your commission ; hie you to your bands. Citizens steal away.

[Giving it. Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius ? Let us alone to guard Corioli: Bru. He has no equal.

If they set down before 's, for the remove
Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the people, - Bring up your army; but, I think, you'll find
Bru. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes ?

They've not prepar'd for us.
Sic.
Nay, but his taunts. Auf.

0! doubt not that; Bru. Being mov’d, he will not spare to gird the gods. I speak from certainties. Nay, more; Sic. Bemock the modest moon.

Some parcels of their power are forth already,

go

And only bitherward. I leave your honours.

Vol. He had rather see swords, and hear a drum, If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet,

than look upon his school-master. 'Tis sworn between us, we shall ever strike

Val. O' my word, the father's son: I'll swear, 'tis a Till one can do no more.

very pretty boy. O’my troth, I looked upon him o' AU.

The gods assist you ! Wednesday half an hour together: he has such a conAuf. And keep your honours safe !

firmed countenance. I saw him run after a gilded but1 Sen.

Farewell. terfly; and when he caught it, he let it go again; and 2 Sen.

Farewell. after it again; and over and over he comes, and up All. Farewell.

[Exeunt. again; catched it again: or whether his fall enraged SCENE III.-— Rome. An Apartment in Marcius'

him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth, and tear it; House.

0! I warrant, how he mammocked it!

Vol. One of his father's moods. Enter VOLUMNIA, and VIRGILIA. They sit down on

Val. Indeed la, 'tis a noble child. two low Stools, and sew.

Vir. A crack, madam. Vol. I pray you, daughter, sing; or express yourself Val. Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have in a more confortable sort. If my son were my hus- you play the idle huswife with me this afternoon. band, I should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein Vir. No, good madam ; I will not out of doors. he won honour, than in the embracements of his bed, Val. Not out of doors ? where he would show most love. When yet he was Vol. She shall, she shall. but tender-bodied, and the only son of my womb; when Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience: I will not over youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way; when, the threshold, till my lord return from the wars. for a day of king's entreaties, a mother should not sell Vol. Fie! you confine yourself most unreasonably. him an hour from her beholding ; I,-considering how Come; you must go visit the good lady that lies in. honour would become such a person ; that it was no Vir. I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her better than picture-like to hang by the wall, if renown with my prayers ; but I cannot thither. made it not stir,—was pleased to let him seek danger Vol. Why, I pray you? where he was like to find fame. To a cruel war I sent Vir. 'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love. him; from whence he returned, his brows bound with Val. You would be another Penelope ; yet, they say, oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang not more in joy all the yarn she spun in Ulysses' absence did but till at first hearing he was a man-child, than now in first Ithaca full of moths. Come : I would, your cambric seeing he had proved himself a man.

were sensible as your finger, that you might leave Vir. But had he died in the business, madam? how pricking it for pity. Come, you

shali go with us. then ?

Vir. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will Vol. Then, his good report should have been my not forth. son: I therein would have found issue. Hear me pro- Val. In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you exfess sincerely:-had I a dozen sons,—each in my love cellent news of your husband. alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Vir. O! good madam, there can be none yet. Marcius,- I had rather had eleven die nobly for their Val. Verily, I do not jest with you, there came country, than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. news from him last night. Enter a Gentlewoman.

Vir. Indeed, madam ? Gent. Madam, the lady Valeria is come to visit you. Val. In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak it. Vir. 'Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself. Thus it is :- The Volsces have an army forth, against Vol. Indeed, you shall not.

whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of Methinks, I hear hither your husband's drum, our Roman power : your lord, and Titus Lartius, are See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair ;

set down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt As children from a bear the Volsces shunning him: prevailing, and to make it brief wars. This is true on Methinks, I see him stamp thus, and call thus, – mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us. “Come on, you cowards ! you were got in fear,

Vir. Give me excuse, good madam ; I will obey Though you were born in Rome." His bloody brow you in every thing hereafter. With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes,

Vol. Let her alone, lady: as she is now, she will Like to a harvest-man, that's task'd to mow

but disease our better mirth. Or all, or lose his hire.

Val. In troth, I think, she would.-Fare you well Vir. His bloody brow? 0, Jupiter! no blood. then.—Come, good sweet lady.- Pr'ythee, Virgilia,

Vol. Away, you fool! it more becomes a man, turn thy solemnness out o' door, and go along with us. Than gilt his trophy: the breasts of Hecuba,

Vir. No, at a word, madam ; indeed, I must not. When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier I wish you much mirth. Than Hector's forehead, when it spit forth blood, Val. Well then, farewell.

[Ereunt. At Grecian swords contemning.–Tell Valeria,

SCENE IV.-Before Corioli. We are fit to bid her welcome.

[Exit Gent. Vir. Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius !

Enter, with Drum and Colours, MARCIUS, Titus LakVol. He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee,

TIUS, Officers, and Soldiers. And tread upon his neck.

Mar. Yonder comes news :a wager, they have met. Re-enter Gentlewoman, with Valeria and her Usher. Lart. My horse to yours, no. Val. My ladies both, good day to you.

Mar.

'Tis done. Vol. Sweet madam.

Lart.

Agreed. Vir. I am glad to see your ladyship.

Enter a Messenger. Val. How do you both? you are manifest house- Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy? keepers. What are you sewing here? A fine spot, in Mess. They lie in view, but have not spoke as yet. good faith.—How does your little son ?

Lart. So, the good horse is mine. Vir. I thank your ladyship; well, good madam. Mar.

I'll buy him of you.

Lart. No, I'll nor sell, nor give him : lend you him And, when it bows, stands up. Thou art left, Marcius :
I will,

A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
For half a hundred years.--Summon the town. Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
Mar. How far off' lie these armies ?

Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible
Mess.

Within this mile and half. Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks, and Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours. The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds, Now, Mars, I pr'ythee, make us quick in work, Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world That we with smoking swords may march from hence, Were feverous, and did tremble. To help our fielded friends !--Come, blow thy blast. The Gates open. Re-enter Marcius, bleeding, assaulted A Parley sounded. Enter, on the Walls, two Senators,

by the Enemy. and others.

1 Sol.

Look, sir! Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls ?

Lart.

O, 'tis Marcius ! 1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than he, Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums

[They fight, and all enter the City." [Drums afar off SCENE V.-Within the Town. A Street. Are bringing forth our youth: we'll break our walls, Rather than they shall pound us up. Our gates,

Enter certain Romans, with Spoils. Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn' with rushes; 1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome. They'll open of themselves. Hark you, far off; 2 Rom. And I this.

[Alarum afar off 3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver. There is Aufidius: list, what work he makes

[Alarum continues still afar off. Amongst your cloven army.

Enter Marcius, and Titus Lartius, with a Trumpet. Mar.

0! they are at it. Mar. See here these movers, that do prize their hours Lart. Their noise be our instruction.—Ladders, ho! At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons,

The Volsces enter, and pass over the Stage. Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their city. Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight Ere yet the fight be done, pack up.-Down with them! With hearts more proof than shields.- Advance, brave And hark, what noise the general makes.-To him! Titus :

There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius, They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, take Which makes me sweat with wrath.—Come on, my Convenient numbers to make good the city, fellows:

Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste He that retires, I'll take him for a Volsce,

To help Cominius. And he shall feel mine edge.

Lart.

Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
Alarum, and exeunt Romans and Volsces, fighting. The Thy exercise hath been too violent

Romans are beaten back to their Trenches. Re-enter For a second course of fight.
Marcius enraged.

Mar.

Sir, praise me not; Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you, My work hath yet not warm'd me. Fare you well. You shames of Rome! Unheard-of boils

and plagues The blood I drop is rather physical Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd

Than dangerous to me. To Aufidius thus Farther than seen, and one infect another

I will appear, and fight. Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese,

Lart.

Now the fair goddess, Fortune, That bear the shapes of men, how have you run Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms From slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell! Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman, All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale

Prosperity be thy page! With flight and agued fear! Mend, and charge home, Mar.

Thy friend no less Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe,

Than those she placeth highest. So, farewell. And make my wars on you.

Look to't: come on;

Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius !-- [Exit Marcius. If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives, Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place; As they us to our trenches follow.

Call thither all the officers of the town, Another Alarum. The Volsces and Romans re-enter, and Where they shall know our mind. Away! [Exeunt. the Fight is renewed. The Volsces retire into Corioli,

SCENE VI.—Near the Camp of COMINIUS. and Marcius follows them to the Gates.

Enter Comenius and Forces, as in retreat. So, now the gates are ope :-now prove good seconds. "Tis for the followers fortune widens them,

Com. Breathe you, my friends. Well fought: we Not for the fliers : mark me, and do the like.

are come off [He enters the Gates, and is shut in. Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, 1 Sol. Fool-hardiness! not I.

Nor cowardly in retire : believe me, sirs, 2 Sol.

Nor I.

We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have struck, 3 Sol. See, they have shut him in. [Alarum continues. By interims and conveying gusts we have heard All.

To the port I warrant him. The charges of our friends :-ye Roman gods,
Enter Titus LARTIUS.

Lead their successes as we wish our own,
Lart. What is become of Marcius ?

That both our powers, with smiling fronts encountering AU.

Slain, sir, doubtless. May give you thankful sacrifice !1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels,

Enter a Messenger. With them he enters; who, upon the sudden,

Thy news ? Clapp'd-to their gates: he is himself alone,

Mess. The citizens of Corioli have issued,
To answer all the city.

And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle:
Lart.
O noble fellow !

I saw our party to their trenches driven,
Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword,

And then I came away.

Com.

Though thou speak'st truth, Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear
Methinks, thou speak'st not well. How long is't since? | Lesser his person than an ill report;
Mess. Above an hour, my lord.

If any think brave death outweighs bad life,
Com. 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums: And that his country's dearer than himself;
How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour, Let him, alone, or so many so minded,
And bring thy news so late ?

Wave thus, to express his disposition,
Mess.

Spies of the Volsces And follow Marcius. Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel

[They all shout, and wave their Swords ; take Three or four miles about; else had I, sir,

him up in their arms, and cast up their Caps. Half an hour since brought my report.

O me, alone! Make you a sword of me?
Enter MARCIUS.

If these shows be not outward, which of you
Com.

Who's yonder, But is four Volsces ? None of you, but is That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods ! Able to bear against the great Aufidius He has the stamp of Marcius, and I have

A shield as hard as his. A certain number, Before-time seen him thus.

Though thanks to all, must I select from all : the rest Mar. Come I too late ?

Shall bear the business in some other fight,
Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabor, As cause will be obey'd. Please you, march before,
More than know the sound of Marcius' tongue And I shall quickly draw out my command,
From every meaner man.

Which men are best inclin'd.
Mar.
Come I too late?

Com.

March on, my fellows: Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, Make good this ostentation, and you shall But mantled in your own.

Divide in all with us.

[Ereunt. Mar. O! let me clip you

SCENE VII.—The Gates of Corioli. In arms as sound, as when I woo'd ; in heart

Titus Lartius, having set a Guard upon Corioli, going As merry, as when our nuptial day was done, And tapers burn’d to bedward.

with Drum and Trumpet toward Comenius and Caius Com.

Flower of warriors,

Marcius, enters with a Lieutenant, a party of Soldiers,

and a Scout. How is't with Titus Lartius? Mar. As with a man busied about decrees :

Lart. So; let the ports be guarded : keep your duties, Condemning some to death, and some to exile; As I have set them down. If I do send, despatch Ransoming him, or pitying, threatening the other; Those centuries to our aid ; the rest will serve Holding Corioli, in the name of Rome,

For a short holding: if we lose the field,
Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, We cannot keep the town.
To let him slip at will.

Lieu.

Fear not our care, sir. Com. Where is that slave,

Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.-
Which told me they had beat you

to
your

trenches? Our guider, coine; to the Roman camp conduct us. Where is he?-Call him hither.

[Exeunt. Mar.

Let him alone,

SCENE VIII.--A Field of Battle between the Roman He did inform the truth : but for our gentlemen,

and the Volscian Camps. The common file, (A plague !--Tribunes for them ?)

Alarum. Enter Marcius and Aufidius.
The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat, as they did budge
From rascals worse than they.

Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee Com.

But how prevail'd you? Worse than a promise-breaker.
Mar. Will the time serve to tell? I do not think it. Auf

We hate alike:
Where is the enemy? Are you lords o' the field ? Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
If not, why cease you till you are so?

More than thy fame I envy. Fix thy foot.
Com. Marcius, we have at disadvantage fought, Mar. Let the first budger die the other's slave,
And did retire to win our purposes.

And the gods doom him after! Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on which side Auf.

If I fly, Marcius, They have plac'd their men of trust?

Halloo me like a hare. Com.

As I guess, Marcius, Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus, Those bands i' the vayward are the Antiates,

Alone I fought in your Corioli walls, Of their best trust: o'er them Aufidius,

And made what work I pleas'd. 'Tis not my blood, Their very heart of hope.

Wherein thou seest me mask'd: for thy revenge, Mar. I do beseech you,

Wrench up thy power to the highest. By all the battles wherein we have fought,

Auf

Were thou the Hector, By the blood we have shed together, by the vows That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny, We have made to endure friends, that you directly Thou should'st not scape me here.Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiates;

[They fight, and certain Volsces come to the aid of And that you not delay the present, but,

AUFIDIUS.
Filling the air with swords advanc'd and darts, Officious, and not valiant-you have sham'd me
We
prove

this
very
hour.

In your condemned seconds.
Com.
Though I could wish

[Exeunt fighting, all driven in by MARCIUS. You were conducted to a gentle bath,

SCENE IX.—The Roman Camp. And balms applied to you, yet dare I never

Alarum. A Retreat sounded. Flourish. Enter at Deny your asking. Take your choice of those That best can aid your action.

one side, COMINIUS, and Romans ; at the other side, Mar.

Those are they

Marcius, with his Arm in a Scarf, and other Romans. I That most are willing.–If any such be here,

Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work, (As it were sin to doubt) that love this painting Thou’lt not believe thy deeds; but I'll report it,

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