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Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible .
'Tis Marcius: Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.
[They fight, and all enter the City.
Enter certain Romans, with Spoils. i Rom. This will I carry to Rome. 2 Rom. And I this. 3 Rom. A murrian on't! I took this for silver.
[Alarum continues still afar off.
Enter Marcius, and Titus LARTIUS, with a Trumpet. Mar. See here these movers, that do prize their
hours At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons, 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
Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste
Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
Sir, praise me not:
Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
Thy friend no less
: [Exit MARCIUS.
* · Enter Cominius and Forces, retreating, Com. Breathe you, my friends; well fought: we
are come off Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, : Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs, in We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have struck, By interims, and conveying gusts, we have heard The charges of our friends :—The Roman gods, Lead their successes as we wish our own;
That both our powers, with smiling fronts encoun
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. The citizens of Corioli have issued,
Though thou speak’st truth, Methinks, thou speak’st not well. How long is't i since?
Mess. Above an hour, my lord.
Com. 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums: How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour, And bring thy news so late? Mess.
Spies of the Volces Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel Three or four miles about; else had I, sir, Half an hour since brought my report.
Who's yonder, That does appear as he were flay'd ? O gods! He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have Before-time seen him thus. Mar.
Come I too late? Com. The shepherd knows not thunder froina tabor, More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue From every meaner man's. Mar.
Come I too late? Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others But mantled in your own.
7_ confound an hour,] Confound is here used not in its common acceptation, but in the sense of to expend. Conterere tempus.
O! let me clip you
Flower of warriors,
Mar. As with a man busied about decrees:
Where is that slave,
Let him alone,
But how prevail'd you?
As I guess, Marcius,
8 Ransoming him, or pitying,] i, e, remitting his ransom.
- I do beseech you,
Though I could wish
Those are they
position, . And follow Marcius.
[They all shout, and wave their Swords ; take
him up in their arms, and cast up their Caps. O me, alone! Make you a sword of me? If these shows be not outward, which of you But is four Volces? None of you but is Able to bear against the great Aufidius A shield as hard as his. A certain number, Though thanks to all, must I select: the rest Shall bear the business in some other sight, As cause will be obey’d. Please you to march; And four shall quickly draw out my command, Which men are best inclin'd.
9 And that you not delay the present ;] Delay, for let slip,