Lart. No, I'll nor fell, nor give him. Lend him you, I will, For half an hundred years.-Summon the town. Cor. Then fhall we hear their larum, and they ours. Now, Mars, I pr'ythee, make us quick in work; That we with fmoaking fwords may march from hence, To help our fielded friends !-Come, blow thy blast. They found a Parley. Enter two fenators with others on the Walls. Tullus Aufidius, is he within your Walls? 1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you lefs than he, That's leffer than a little. Hark, our drums [Drum afar off. Are bringing forth our Youth. We'll break our Walls, Rather than they fhall pound us up; our Gates, Which yet feem fhut, we have but pinn'd with rushes They'll open of themfelves. Hark you, far off [Alarum, far off. There is Aufidius. Lift, what work he makes Among your cloven army. Cor. Oh, they are at it! Lart. Their noise be our inftruction, Ladders, ho! Enter the Volfcians. Cor. They fear us not, but iffue forth their City. Now put your fhields before your hearts, and fight With hearts more proof than fhields. Advance, brave Titus, They do difdain us much beyond our thoughts; 1-nor a man that fears you lefs than be, That's leffer than a little.] The fenfe requires it to be read, -nor a man that fears you more than be. -nor a man but fears you lefs than he. Which Which makes me fweat with wrath. Come on, my fellows; He that retires, I'll take him for a Volfcian, [Alarum; the Romans beat back to their Trenches. Cor. All the Contagion of the fouth light on you, You fhames of Rome! you herd of plagues Plaifter you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd Farther than feen, and one infect another Boils and Against the wind a mile!-You fouls of geefe, That bear the fhapes of men, how have you run From Slaves that apes would beat? Pluto and Hell! All hurt behind. Backs red, and faces pale, Mend, and charge home, With flight, and agued fear Another Alarum, and Marcius follows them to the gates. So now the gates are ope. Now prove good feconds; "Tis for the followers, fortune widens them, Not for the fliers. Mark me, and do the like. 1 Sol. Fool hardiness, not I. 2 Sal. Nor I. 3 Sol. See, they have shut him in All. To th' pot, I warrant him. [He enters the gates. [He is fout in [Alarum continues. Enter Enter Titus Lartius. Lart. What is become of Marcius? 1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels, 2 Lart. Oh, noble fellow ! Who, fenfible, out-dares his fenfelefs fword, And, when it bows, ftands up. Thou art left, Mar cius A carbuncle intire, as big as thou art, Were not fo rich a jewel. Thou waft a foldier Enter Marcius bleeding, affaulted by the Enemy. 1- Sol. Look, Sir Lart. O, 'tis Marcius. 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 filver. [Alarum continues frill afar off Enter Marcius and Titus Lartius, with a Trumpet. Cor. See here thefe Movers, that do prize their honours At a crack'd drachm; cufhions, leaden fpoons, There is the man of my foul's hate, Aufidius, Lart. Worthy Sir, thou bleed'st; Thy exercife hath been too violent For a fecond courfe of fight. Cor. Sir, praife me not. My work hath not yet warm'd me. Fare you well. The blood, I drop, is rather phyfical Than dangerous to me. T' Aufidius thus I will appear, and fight. Lart. Now the fair Goddess Fortune Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms .5 trize their honours] In modern editor, who had made the first edition it is, fuch an improvement, would have spent half a page in often A tation of his fagacity. Mif Mifguide thy opposers' fwords! Bold gentleman, Cor. Thy friend no less, Than thofe fhe placeth higheft! So, farewel. Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius. -Go, found thy trumpet in the market-place,, Where they shall know our mind. Away. [Exeunt. Com. SCENE IX. Changes to the Roman Camp. Enter Cominius retreating, with Soldiers. B Reathe you, my friends. Well fought. We are come off Like Romans, neither foolish in our Stands, Nor cowardly in retire. Believe me, Sirs, Whiles we have ftruck, By interims and conveying gufts, we have heard The Charges of our friends. 6 Ye Roman Gods, Lead their fucceffes, as we wish our own; That both our Powers, with fmiling fronts encountring. May give you thankful facrifice! Thy news? Com. Tho' thou speak'st truth, |