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Those centuries to our aid; the rest will serve
Fear not our care, sir.
A field of battle between the Roman and Volcian Camps.
Alarum. Enter MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS.
Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate
We hate alike;
Mar. Let the first budger die the other's slave,
If I fly, Marcius,
Within these three hours, Tullus,
Wert thou the Hector,
That was the whip of your bragg'd 14 progeny,
[They fight, and certain Volces conie
to the aid of Aufidius. Officious, and not valiant-you have sham'd me your condemned seconds.
[Exeunt fighting, driven in by Marcius,
The Roman Camp
Alarum. A Retreat is sounded. Flourish. Enter 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 smiles; Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug, I' the end, admire; where ladies shall be frighted, And, gladly quak'd, hear more; where the dull Tri
bunes, 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 din'd before.
Enter Titus LARTIUS, with his power, from the
Pray now, no more: my mother,
have been; that's for my country:
You shall not be
of your deserving; Rome must know The value of her own: 'twere 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 vouch'd, Would seem but modest: Therefore, I beseech you, (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 remember'd. Com.
Should they not, Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses, (Whereof we have ta’en good, and good store,) of all The treasure, in this field achiev'd, and city,