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. Mess. 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 [Drums 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; [Alarum afar off. There is Aufidius: list, what work he makes Amongst your cloven army. Mar. O! they are at it. Lart. Their noise be our instruction.-Ladders, ho! 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 He that retires, I'll take him for a Volsce, [fellows: And he shall feel mine edge. Alarum, and exeunt Romans and Volsces, fighting. The Romans are beaten back to their Trenches. MARCIUS enraged. Re-enter Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome! Unheard-of boils and plagues' Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd Farther than seen, and one infect another Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese, 1 You herd of-Boils and plagues: in f. e. VOL. VI.-11 That bear the shapes of men, how have you run With flight and agued fear! Mend, and charge home, And make my wars on you. Look to 't: come on; If you'll stand fast, we 'll beat them to their wives, As they us to our trenches follow. Another Alarum. The Volsces and Romans re-enter, and the Fight is renewed. The Volsces retire into Corioli, and MARCIUS follows them to the Gates. So, now the gates are ope:-now prove good seconds. '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. 3 Sol. See, they have shut him in. [Alarum continues. To the port' I warrant him. All. Enter TITUS LARTIUS. Lart. What is become of Marcius? All. Slain, sir, doubtless. 1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels, With them he enters; who, upon the sudden, Clapp'd-to their gates: he is himself alone, To answer all the city. Lart. O noble fellow ! Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword, And, when it bows, stands up. Thou art left, Marcius: 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 Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks, and The Gates open. Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted 1 Sol. Lart. O, 't is Marcius! Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. [They fight, and all enter the City. 1 pot: in f. e. 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. 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. Mar. Sir, praise me not; My work hath yet not warm'd me. Lart. Fare you well. To Aufidius thus Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman, Prosperity be thy page! Mar. Thy friend no less Than those she placeth highest. So, farewell. Call thither all the officers of the town, Where they shall know our mind. Away! [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-Near the Camp of COMINIUS. Enter COMINIUS and Forces, as in retreat. Com. Breathe you, my friends. Well fought: we are come off Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have struck, That both our powers, with smiling fronts encountering Enter a Messenger. Thy news? Mess. The citizens of Corioli have issued, Com. Though thou speak'st truth, Methinks, thou speak'st not well. How long is 't since? Mess. Above an hour, my lord. Com. 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums : How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour, And bring thy news so late? Spies of the Volsces Mess. Com. Enter MARCIUS. Who's yonder, That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods! Mar. Come I too late? Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabor, More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue From every meaner man. Mar. Come I too late? Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, But mantled in your own. Mar. O! let me clip you In arms as sound, as when I woo'd; in heart Com. How is 't with Titus Lartius ? Flower of warriors, Mar. As with a man busied about decrees: Condemning some to death, and some to exile; Ransoming him, or pitying, threatening the other; Holding Corioli, in the name of Rome, Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, Com. Which told me they had beat you to your trenches? Where is he !-Call him hither. Where is that slave, Let him alone, Mar. He did inform the truth: but for our gentlemen, The common file, (A plague !-Tribunes for them?) The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat, as they did budge From rascals worse than they. Com. But how prevail'd you? Mar. Will the time serve to tell? I do not think it. Where is the enemy? Are you lords o' the field? If not, why cease you till you are so ? Com. Marcius, we have at disadvantage fought, And did retire to win our purposes. Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on which side They have plac'd their men of trust? Com. As I guess, Marcius, Those bands i' the vayward are the Antiates, Of their best trust: o'er them Aufidius, Their very heart of hope. Mar. I do beseech you, By all the battles wherein we have fought, By the blood we have shed together, by the vows And that you not delay the present, but, Filling the air with swords advanc'd and darts, Com. Though I could wish You were conducted to a gentle bath, And balms applied to you, yet dare I never Mar. Those are they That most are willing.-If any such be here, If any think brave death outweighs bad life, |