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Though thanks to all, must I select from all: the

rest

Shall bear the business in some other fight,

As cause will be obeyed. Please you to march ; And four shall quickly draw out my command, Which men are best inclined.

Com.

March on, my fellows :

Make good this ostentation, and you shall

Divide in all with us.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII.-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, dispatch 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 's.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.

Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor

We hate alike:

More than thy fame I envy. Fix thy foot.

Mar. Let the first budger die the other's slave, And the gods doom him after !

Auf.

If I fly, Marcius,

Within these three hours, Tullus,

Halloo me like a hare.

Mar.

Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,

And made what work I pleased; 't is not my

blood

Wherein thou seest me masked: for thy revenge

Wrench up thy power to the highest.

Auf.

Wert thou the Hector

That was the whip of your bragged progeny,

Thou shouldst not scape me here.—

[They fight, and certain Volsces come to

the aid

Officious, and not valiant,—you have shamed me In your condemnéd seconds.

[Exeunt fighting, driven in by MARCIUS.

Alarum.

SCENE IX.-The Roman Camp.

A retreat sounded. Flourish.

Enter

from one side, COMINIUS and Romans; from 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 smiles;
Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug,
I' the end admire; where ladies shall be frighted,
And, gladly quaked, hear more; where the dull
tribunes,

That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours,
Shall say, against their hearts,—

'We thank the gods, our Rome hath such a soldier!'

Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast,

Having fully dined before.

Enter TITUS LARTIUS, with his Power, from the

Lart.

pursuit.

O general,

Here is the steed, we the caparison :

Hadst thou beheld—

Mar.

Pray now, no more; my mother,

Who has a charter to extol her blood,

When she does praise me, grieves me. I have

done

As you have done, that's what I can; induced
As you have been,-that 's for my country :
He that has but effected his good will
Hath overta'en mine act.

Com.

You shall not be

The grave of your deserving; Rome must know
The value of her own: 't were a concealment
Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement,
To hide your doings; and to silence that
Which, to the spire and top of praises vouched,
Would seem but modest.

you,

Therefore, I beseech

In sign of what you are, not to reward

What you have done, before our army hear me Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they

smart

To hear themselves remembered.

Com.

Should they not,

Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude,
And tent themselves with death.

horses

Of all the

Whereof we have ta'en good, and good store,—

of all

The treasure, in this field achieved and city,
We render you the tenth; to be ta'en forth,
Before the common distribution, at

Your only choice.

Mar.

I thank you, general,

But cannot make my heart consent to take
A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it;
And stand upon my common part with those
That have beheld the doing.

[A long flourish. They all cry, "MAR-
CIUS! MARCIUS!" cast up their caps

and lances. COMINIUS and LARTIUS stand bare.

Mar. May these same instruments, which you

profane,

Never sound more! When drums and trumpets

shall

I' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be Made all of false-faced soothing! When steel

grows

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