Act 1 — Scene V. Within Corioli. A street.[2660]
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Scene V. Within Corioli. A street.[2660]
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 trumpet.[2661]
Mar. See here these movers that do prize their hours[2662] At a crack'd drachma! Cushions, leaden spoons,[2663] 5 Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, Ere yet the fight be done, pack up: down with them! And hark, what noise the general makes! To him![2664] There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius, 10 Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, take Convenient numbers to make good the city; Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste[2665] To help Cominius. Lart. Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; Thy exercise hath been too violent[2666] 15 For a second course of fight.[2666] 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[2667][2668] I will appear, and fight.[2667] Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, 20 Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,[2669] Prosperity be thy page! Mar. Thy friend no less Than those she placeth highest! So farewell.[2670] Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius! [Exit Marcius.[2671] 25 Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;[2672] Call thither all the officers o' the town,[2673] Where they shall know our mind. Away! [Exeunt.