Cor. I' the city of kites and crows. 3 Serv. I' the city of kites and crows?-What an ass it is! Then thou dwell'st with daws too? Cor. No, I serve not thy master. 261 3 Serv. How, sir! Do you meddle with my master? Cor. Ay; 'tis an honester service, than to meddle with thy mistress: Thou prat'st, and prat'st; serve with thy trencher, [Beats him away. hence! Enter AUFIDIUS, with the Second Serving-Man. Auf. Where is this fellow ? 2 Serv. Here, sir; I'd have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the lords within. Auf. Whence comest thou? what wouldest thou? Thy name? 270 Why speak'st not? Speak, man: What's thy name ? Cor. If, Tullus, Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not Think me for the man I am, necessity Commands me name myself. Auf. What is thy name? Cor. A name unmusical to the Volsces' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. Auf. Say, what's thy name? 28. Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face me yet? Auf. Auf. I know thee not:-Thy name? Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done 290 Which thou shouldst bear me, only that name remains : The cruelty and envy of the people, Permitted by our dastard nobles, who 300 Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest; Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee straight, And make my misery serve thy turn; so use it, As benefits to thee; for I will fight Against my canker'd country with the spleen 310 of Of all the under fiends. But if so be Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more fortunes My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice : Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast, Auf. O Marcius, Marcius, 320 Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and say, 'Tis true; I'd not believe them more than thee, All noble Marcius. Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, And scar'd the moon with splinters! Here I clip 330 As hotly and as nobly with thy love, Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, thee, We 340 We have a power on foot; and I had purpose Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that Like a bold flood o'er-beat. O, come, go in, Cor. You bless me, Gods! 350 Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have The leading of thine own revenges, take The one half of my commission; and set down- Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, Or rudely visit them in parts remote, To fright them, ere destroy. But come in: Let me commend thee first to those, that shall Say, yea, to thy desires. A thousand welcomes ! Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand: Most welcome! 1 Serv. Here's a strange alteration! [Exeunt. 370 2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a false report of him. 1 Serv. What an arm he has! He turn'd me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top. 2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him: He had, sir, a kind of face, methought I cannot tell how to term it. 379 1 Serv. He had so; looking, as it were-'Would I were hang'd, but I thought there was more in him than I could think. 2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn: He is simply the rarest man i' the world. 1 Serv. I think, he is: but a greater soldier than he, you wot one. 2 Serv. Who? my master? 1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that. 2 Serv. Worth six of him. 1 Serv. Nay, not so neither: but I take him to be the greater soldier. 391 2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that for the defence of a town, our general is excellent. 1 Serv. |