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 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 That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours, '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 Com. You shall not be The grave of your deserving; Rome must know 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, horses Of all the Whereof we have ta'en good, and good store,— of all The treasure, in this field achieved and city, Your only choice. Mar. I thank you, general, But cannot make my heart consent to take [A long flourish. They all cry, "MAR- 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 |