Deny your asking; take your choice of those Mar. Those are they That most are willing:-If any such be here If any think, brave death outweighs bad life, 660 [Waving his Hand. [They all shout, and wave their Swords, take him O me, alone! Make you a sword of me? A shield as hard as his. A certain number, The rest shall bear the business in some other fight, Which men are best inclin'd. Com. March on, my fellows: Make good this ostentation, and you shall Divide in all with us. [Exeunt. SCENE The Gates of Corioli. SCENE VII. TITUS LARTIUS, having set a a Guard upon Corioli, going with a Drum and Trumpet toward COMINIUS and CAIUS MARCIUS, enters with a Lieutenant, other Soldiers, and a Scout. Lart. So, let the ports be guarded: Keep your duties, As I have set them down. If I do send, dispatch Those sentries to our aid; the rest will serve For a short holding: if we lose the field, We cannot keep the town. Lieut. Fear not our care, sir. 680 Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. The Field of Battle. Alarum. Enter MARCIUS, and AUFIDIUS. Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee Worse than a promise-breaker. Auf. We hate alike; Not Africk owns a serpent, I abhor" More than thy fame and envy: Fix thy foot. Mar. 690 Mar. Let the first budger die the other's slave, And the gods doom him after ! Auf. If I fly, Marcius, Halloo me like a hare. Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus, Alone I fought in your Corioli walls, And made what work I pleas'd: 'Tis not my blood, Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge, Wrench up thy power to the highest. Auf. Wert thou the Hector, That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny, Thou should'st not scape me here. 700 [Here they fight, and certain Volsces come to the Aid of AUFIDIUS. MARCIUS fights till they be driven in breathless. Officious, and not valiant!-you have sham'd me In your condemned seconds. [Exeunt fighting. SCENE IX. The Roman Camp. Flourish. Alarum. A Retreat is sounded. Enter at one Door, COMINIUS, with the Romans; at another Door, MARCIUS, with his Arm in a Scarf, &c. Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work, Thou'lt not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it, Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles; Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug, |