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Mar. Oh, they are at it!
Enter the Volscians.
o'er, that you may be abhorr'd Farther than seen, and one infect another Against the wind a mile !
fouls of geese,
(4) All the contagion of the South light on Tou,
You Shames of Rome; you Herds; of Boils and Plagues
Plaister you o'er, &c. ) Thus miserably did the old Edi. tors give us this Passage mangled by bad Pointing ; land Mr. Pope would not indulge his private Sense, by any Alteration to make it intelligible. The meanest Judges of English muft be aware, that no Member of any Sentence can begin with a Genitive Case, and a preceding Nominative be wanting to govern That and the Verb. Where, therefore, is the Nominative to, of Boils and Plagues plaister you o'er? Or what Sense or Syntax is there in the Passage as it here ftands :
If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives,
[He enters the gates, and is fout in,
Enter Titus Lartius.
1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels,
Lart. Oh, noble fellow!
Eyen (s) Who senGbly ourdares his senseless Sword,
And when it bows, stands up.] The fine and caly Emendation of this Passage, which I have inserted in the Text, is owing to the ingenious Ds. Thirlby. (6) Thou waft a Soldier
Even to Calvus' Wif; ] T. Lartims is here summing up his Friend's Chara&er, as a Warrior that was terrible in his Strokes, in the Tone of his Voice, and the Grimness of his Countenance. But who was this Calvus, that wih'd these three Characteristicks in a Soldier? I'm afraid, Greek and Roman History will be at a Loss to account for such a Man and such circumstances join’d to signalize him. I formerly amended the Palage, and prov'd that the Poet must have wrote, Even to Cato's Wiffs
Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible
Enter Marcius bleeding, assaulted by the Enemy.
Lart. O, 'tis Marcius.
[They fight, and all enter the City. Enter certain Romans with Spoils. i Rom. This will I carry to Rome. 2 Rom. And I this. 3 Rom. A murrain on't, I took this for filver.
(Alarum continues fill afar off Enter Marcius and Titus Lartius, with a Trumpet.
Mar. See here these Movers, that do prize their ho. At a crack'd drachm: cushions, leaden spoons, Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would Bury with those that wore them, these base flaves, Ere
yet the fight be done, pack up; down with them s
The Error probably arose from the Similitude in the Manufcript of to to lv: and so this unknown Wight Calvus sprung up. I come now to the authorities for my Emendation. Plue tarch, in the Life of Coriolanus, speaking of this Hero, fays ; He was a Man (that which Cato requir'd in a Warrior) not only dreadful to meet with in the field, by reason of his Hand and Stroke; but insupportable to an Enemy, for the very Tone and Accent of his Voice : and the fole Terror of his Aspea. This again is confirm’d by the Historian, in the Life of Marcus Cato the Censor. in Engagements (says He;) he would use to strike lustily, with a fierce Countenance ftare upon his Enemies, and with a harsh threatning Voice accost them. Nor was he out of his Opinion, whilft he taught, that such rugged kind of Behaviour Sometimes does frike the Enemy more than the sword it self.
And hark, what noise the General makes ! --- to him ;
Lart. Worthy Sir, thou bleed'it;
Mar. Sir, praise me not :
Lart. Now the fair Goddess Fortune
Mar. Thy friend no less,
Lart. Thou worthieft Marcius,
Enter Cominius retreating, with Soldiers.
Enter a Melenger.
Com. Tho' thou speak’ft truth,
Mes. Above an hour, my lord.
Com. 'Tis not a mile : briefly, we heard their drums.
Mej. Spies of the Volcians
Mar. Come I too late?
Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabor, More than I know the found of Marcius' tongue From every meaner man.
Mar. Come I too late ?
Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
Mar. Oh! let me clip ye (7)
(7) oh, let me clip ye
In Arms as found, as when I woo'd in heart: Dr. Thirlby advised the different Regulation in the Pointing of this Passage; which I have embraced, as I think it much im. proves the Sense and Spirit, and conveys too the Poet's Thought, ihat Marcius was as found in Limb, as when he went a Wooing; and as merry in Heart, as when going to Bed to his Bride,