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March on, my fellows: Make good this ostentation, and you shall Divide in all with us.
The Gates of Corioli.
Titus LARTIUS, having set a Guard upon Corioli,
going with a Drum and Trumpet toward COMINIUS and Caius MARCIUS, enters with a Lieutenant, a Party of Soldiers, and a Scout. Lart. So, let the ports be guarded : keep your
duties, As I have set them down. If I do send, despatch Those centuries to our aid; the rest will serve For a short holding: If we lose the field, We cannot keep the town. Lieu.
Fear not our care, sir. Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us.
Exeunt. SCENE VIII. A Field of Battle between the Roman and the Volscian
Camps. Alarum. Enter Marcius and AUFIDIUS. Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate
thee Worse than a promise-breaker. . Auf.
We hate alike;
* Those centuries -] i, e. companies consisting each of a hundred men.
Not Africk owns a serpent, I abhor
Mar. Let the first budger die the other's slate,
If I fly, Marcius; Halloo me like a hare:
Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus, Alone I fought in your Corioli walls, And made what work I pleas'd; 'Tis not my blood, Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge, Wrench up thy power to the highest. Auf.
Wert thou the Hector, That was the whip of your bragg’d progeny,a', Thou should'st not scape me here. [They fight, and certain Volces come to the aid of
AUFIDIUS... Officious, and not valiant-you have sham'd me In your condemned seconds.
[Exeunt fighting, driven in by MARČIUS.
2 That rias the whip of your bragg'd progeny,) Whip might anciently he used, as crack is now, to denote any thing peculiarly boasted of; asu-the crack house in the county--the crack boy of a school, &c. Modern phraseology, perhaps, has only passed from the whip, to the crack of it. STEEVENS.
you haterack of its cology, per county--thering peculianna
In your condemned seconds.] i. e. You have, to my shame, sent me help, which I must condemn as intrusive, instead of applauding it as necessary.
Alarum. A Retreat is sounded. Flourish. Enier at - One-side, COMINIUS, and Romans; at the other
side, MARCIUS, with his Arm in a Scarf, and other Romans.
Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work, Thou’lt not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it, Where senators shall mingle tears with siniles; Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug,
I' the end, admire; where ladies shall be frighted, · And, gladly quak*d,4 hear more; where the dull La
Enter Titus LARTIUS, with his Power, from the
Pray now, no more: my mother,
4 And, gladly quakod,] i. e. thrown into grateful trepidation.
5 IIere is tlie steed, we the caparison;} This is an odd encomium. The meaning is, this man performed the action, and we only filled up the show. JOHNSON.
- a charter to extol -] A privilege to praise her own son: 111e, that hath but effected his good will, . Hath overta'en mine act.] That is, has done as much as I have done, inasmuch as my ardour to serve the state is such that I have never been able to effect all that I wish'd.''
As you have been; that's for my country:
You shall not be
Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they
i smart To hear themselves remember'd.'.;. Com. . '
Should they nót, Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, ;' And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses, (Whereof we have ta'en good, ånd good store,) of all The treasure, in this field achier’d, and city, We render you the tenth; to be ta'en forth, Before the common distribution; at, Your only choice... ...iiii. .i
Mar.. . I thank you, general;
Marcius! cast up their Caps and Lances :
8 Should they not,] That is, not be remembered.
Mar. May these same instruments, which you
profane, Never sound more! When drums and trumpets shall l' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be Made all of false-fac'd soothing! When steel grows Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made An overture for the wars! No more, I say; For that I have not wash'd my nose that bled, Or foild some debile wretch -- which, without note, . Here's many else have done, you shout me forth In acclamations hyperbolical; As if I loved my little should be dieted In praises sauc'd with lies.. . Com.
Too modest are you; More cruel to your good report, than grateful! To us that give you truly: by your patience, If 'gainst yourself you be incens’d, we'll put you, (Like one that means his proper harm,) in manacles, Then reason safely with you. Therefore, beitknown, As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius . Wears this war's garland: in token of the which
My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him, . With all his trim belonging; and, from this time,
For what he did before Corioli, call him,
Flourish. Trumpets sound, and Drums.
Cor. I will go wash;
9 To undercrest your good addition,