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Lart. No, I'll nor fell, nor give him. Lend him you, I will,

For half an hundred years.-Summon the town.
Cor. How far off lye thefe armies?
Mef. Within a mile and half.

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?

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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.
Or more probably,

-nor a man but fears you lefs

than he.
That's leffer than a little.

Which

Which makes me fweat with wrath. Come on, my

fellows;

He that retires, I'll take him for a Volfcian,
And he shall feel mine edge.

[Alarum; the Romans beat back to their Trenches.

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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,
I'll leave the Foe,
Look to't, come on';

With flight, and agued fear
Or, by the fires of Heaven,
And make my wars on you.
If you'll stand faft, we'll beat them to their wives,
As they us to our trenches followed.

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?
All. Slain, Sir, doubtlefs.

1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels,
With them he enters; who, upon the fudden,
Clapt to their gates. He is himself alone,
To answer all the City.

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
Even to Cato's with, not fierce and terrible
Only in ftroaks, but with thy grim looks, and
The thunder-like percuffion of thy founds,
Thou mad'it thine enemies fhake, as if the world
Were feverous, and did tremble.

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.

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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,
Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
Bury with thofe that wore them, thele bafe flaves,
Ere yet the fight be done, pack up. Down with them.
And hark, what noife the General makes-To
him ;

There is the man of my foul's hate, Aufidius,
Piercing our Romans; then, valiant Titus, take
Convenient numbers to make good the City;
Whilft I, with thofe that have the fpirit, will hafte
To help Cominius.

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

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A tation of his fagacity.

Mif

Mifguide thy opposers' fwords! Bold gentleman,
Profperity be thy page!

Cor. Thy friend no less,

Than thofe fhe placeth higheft! So, farewel.

Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius.

-Go, found thy trumpet in the market-place,,
Call thither all the officers o'th' town,

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.
We fhall be charg'd again.

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.
Enter a Meffenger.

May give you thankful facrifice! Thy news?
Mef. The citizens of Corioli have iffued,
And given to Lartins and to Marcius battle.
I faw our Party to the trenches driven,
And then I came away.

Com. Tho' thou speak'st truth,

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