Vol. Let her alone, lady; as she is now, she will but disease our better mirth. Val. In troth, I think, she would:-Fare you well then.-Come, good sweet lady.-Pr'ythee, Virgilia, turn thy solemness out o'door, and go along with us. Vir. No: at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. I wish you much mirth. Val. Well, then farewell. SCENE IV. Before Corioli. [Exeunt. Enter, with Drum and Colours, MARCIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, Officers, and Soldiers. To them a Messenger, Mar. Yonder comes news:-A wager, they have Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy? Mess. They lie in view; but have not spoke as yet. Lart. So, the good horse is mine. Mar. I'll buy him of you. Lart. No, I'll nor sell, nor give him: lend you him, I will, For half a hundred years.-Summon the town. Mar. How far off lie these armies? Mess. Within this mile and half. Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours. Now, Mars, I pr'ythee, make us quick in work; That we with smoking swords may march from hence, To help our fielded friends!-Come, blow thy blast. They sound a parley. Enter, on the walls, some Senators and Others. Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls? 1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than he, That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums [Alarums afar off. Are bringing forth our youth: We'll break our walls, Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates, Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn'd with rushes; They'll open of themselves. Hark you, far off; [Other Alarums. There is Aufidius: list, what work he makes Amongst your cloven army. Mar. The Volces enter, and pass over the Stage. Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their city. Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight With hearts more proof than shields. Advance, brave Titus: They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, Which makes me sweat with wrath.-Come, on my fellows; He that retires, I'll take him for a Volce, And he shall feel mine edge. Alarum, and exeunt Romans and Volces, fighting. The Romans are beaten back to their trenches. MARCIUS. Re-enter Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome! you herd of Boils and plagues Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr'd Further than seen, and one infect another Against the wind a mile? You souls of geese, Another Alarum. The Volces and Romans re-enter, 'Tis for the followers fortune widens them, Not for the fliers: Mark me, and do the like. [He enters the gates, and is shut in. 1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels, Lart, O noble fellow! Who, sensible, outdares his senseless sword, And, when it bows, stands up 10! Thou art left, Mar cius: A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art, Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato's wish: not fierce and terrible Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy. 1 Sol. Look, sir. Lart. Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. 'Tis Marcius: [They fight, and all enter the city. SCENE V. Within the town. A Street. Enter certain Romans, with spoils. 1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome. 2 Rom. And I this. 3 Rom. A murrain 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 11 At a crack'd dram! Cushions, leaden spoons, Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would them. And hark, what noise the general makes! - To him: There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius, Piercing our Romans: Then, valiant Titus, take Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste Lart. Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; Thy exercise hath been too violent for A second course of fight. |