And follow Marcius. [They all shout, and wave their Swords; take O me, alone! Make you a sword of me? As cause will be obey'd. Please you, march before1, Com. March on, my fellows: [Exeunt. Make good this ostentation, and you shall SCENE VII.-The Gates of Corioli. TITUS LARTIUS, having set a Guard upon Corioli, going with 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, despatch 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 us.— 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 I3 envy. Fix thy foot. Auf. If I fly, Marcius, 1 to march in f. e. 2 four in f. e. 3 and in f. e. Halloo me like a hare. Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus, Alone I fought in your Corioli walls, And made what work I pleas'd. 'T is not my blood, Wherein thou seest me mask'd: for thy revenge, Wrench up thy power to the highest. Auf. Were thou the Hector, Thou shouldst not scape me here. [They fight, and certain Volsces come to the aid of Officious, and not valiant-you have sham'd me Alarum. [Exeunt fighting, all driven in by MARCIUS. SCENE IX.-The Roman Camp. A Retreat 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 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 pursuit. Lart. Here is the steed, we the caparison: Hadst thou beheld Mar. O general, Pray now, no more: my mother, I have done, Who has a charter to extol her blood, Com. You shall not be The grave of your deserving: Rome must know Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement, 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, We render you the tenth; to be ta'en forth, At your only choice. Mar. I thank you, general; But cannot make my heart consent to take [A long flourish. They all cry, MARCIUS! MARCIUS! cast up their Caps and Lances: COMINIUS and LARTIUS stand bare. Mar. May these same instruments, which you profane, When steel grows soft as the parasite's silk, In acclamations hyperbolical; As if I loved my little should be dieted In praises sauc'd with lies. Com. Too modest are you: More cruel to your good report, than grateful 1 them in f. e. 2 overture: in f. e. As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius With all th' applause and clamour of the host, Bear the addition nobly ever! [Flourish. Trumpets sound, and Drums. All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus ! Cor. I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive To the fairness of my power. Com. For their own good, and ours. I shall, my lord. Lart. Com. Take it 't is yours.-What is 't? Cor. I sometime lay, here in Corioli, At a poor man's house; he us'd me kindly : But then Aufidius was within my view, And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity. I request you Com. O, well-begg'd! Were he the butcher of my son, he should Cor. By Jupiter, forgot : I am weary; yea, my memory is tir'd.- Com. Go we to our tent. The blood upon your visage dries; 't is time [Exeunt. SCENE X.-The Camp of the Volsces. A Flourish. Cornets. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, bloody, with two or three Soldiers. Auf. The town is ta'en. 1 Sold. 'T will be deliver'd back on good condition. Auf. Condition!— I would I were a Roman; for I cannot, Being a Volsce, be that I am.-Condition! I' the part that is at mercy?-Five times, Marcius, If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, He is mine, or I am his. Mine emulation Hath not that honour in 't, it had; for where True sword to sword, I'll potch' at him some way, 1 Sold. He's the devil. Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour 's poison'd, With only suffering stain by him for him 'T shall fly out of itself: nor sleep, nor sanctuary, The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice, Wash my fierce hand in 's heart.-Go you to the city: 1 Sold. Will not you go? Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove: I pray you, ('T is south the city mills) bring me word thither How the world goes, that to the pace of it I may spur on my journey. 1 Sold. I shall, sir. [Exeunt. 1 Thrust at with a pointed instrument. 2 Embargoes. |