Act I. Scene
Scene V.Corioli. A Street.
Enter certain Romans, with spoils.
First Rom. This will I carry to Rome.
Sec. Rom. And I this.
Third Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for
silver. [Alarum continues still afar off.
Enter MARCIUS and TITUS LARTIUS, with a
Mar. See here these movers that do prize
At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons,
Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
Bury with those that wore them, these base
Ere yet the fight be done, pack up. Down with
And hark, what noise the general makes! To
There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus,
Convenient numbers to make good the city,
Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will
To help Cominius.
Lart. Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
Thy exercise hath been too violent
For a second course of fight
Mar. Sir, praise me not;
My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well:
The blood I drop is rather physical
Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus
I will appear, and fight.
Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
Fall deep in love with thee; and her great
Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,
Prosperity be thy page!
Mar. Thy friend no less
Than those she places highest! So, farewell.
Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius'
Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
Call thither all the officers of the town.
Where they shall know our mind. Away!