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There is Aufidius. List, what work he makes
Amongst your cloven army.
Mar. Oh, they are at it.
Lar. Their noise be our instruction! Ladders, ho!
Enter the Volscians.
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 Volcian,
And he shall feel mine edge.
[ Alarum; the Romans are beat back to their trenches.
Re-enter Martius. Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome, }'you herds, you! boils and plagues Plaister you o’er! that you may be abhorr'd Farther than seen, and one infect another Against the wind a mile : you fouls of geese That bear the shapes of men, how have you run From Naves, that apes would beat ? Pluto and hell! All hurt behind, backs red, and faces pale With flight and agued fear! mend, and charge home, Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe, 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 followed.
[Another alarum, and Martius follows them to the gaies. 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 fout in.
i Sol. Fool-hardiness, not I. 2 Sol. Nor I. I Sol. See, they have shut him in. [Alarum continues. Al. To th' pot, I warrant him.
Enter Titus Lartius.
Lar. What is become of Martius ?
All. Slain, Sir, doubtless.
I Sol. Following the fiers at the very heels,
With them he enters; who upon the sudden
Clapt to their gates : he is himself alone,
To answer all the city.
Lar. Oh noble fellow !
Who 'sensible out-does' his senseless sword,
And when it bows, stands up: thou art left, Martius
A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
Even to s' Cato's. wish ạ, not fierce and terrible
Only in stroaks, but with thy grim looks, and
The thunder-like percussions of thy sounds,
Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world
Were feaverous, and did tremble.
Enter Martius bleeding, assaulted by the Enemy.
I Sol. Look, Sir.
Lar. O, 'tis Martius.
Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.
[They fight, and all enter the City: Enter certain Romans with Spoils. i Rom. This will I carry to Rome.
(a) Plutarch in the life of Coriolanus relates this as the opinion of Caro the elder, that a great foldier should carry terror in his looks and 8one of voice: and the Poet here by following the Historian inadverbenthy is fallen into a great chronological impropriety.
Theob. (0) Make remain is an old way of speaking which fignifies but the fame as temain.
sensibly out-dares .., old edit. Thirl, emend,
Calvus'.... ed edit. Theob. emend.
2 Rom. And I this.
3 Rom. A murrain on't, I took this for filver.
[Alarum continuęs still afar off.
Enter Martius and Titus Lartius, with a trumpet.
Mar. See here these movers, that do prize their honours
At a crack'd drachm: cushions, leaden spoons,
Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
Bury with those that wore them, these base saves,
Ere yet the fight be done, pack up; down with 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
Convenient numbers to make good the city,
Whilft I, with those that have the spirit, will haste
To help Cominius.
Lar. Worthy Sir, thou bleed'it.
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. Fare you
The blood I dropt, is rather physical
Than dangerous.' T' Aufidius thus I will
Appear, and fight.
Lar. 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 to those the placeth highest ! so farewel.
Lar. Thou worthiest Martius,
Go found thy trumpet in the market-place,
[To the trumpei. Call thither all the officers o'th' town, Where they shall know our minds Away! (Exeunt.
S CE Ν Ε IX.
The Roman Camp.
Enter Cominius retreating, with Soldiers.
Com. BReathe you, my friends ; well fought ; we are
Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands
Nor cowardly in retire: Believe me, Sirs,
We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have struck,
By interims and conveying gufts we have heard
The charges of our friends. 8 Ye' Roman Gods,
Lead their successes, as we wish our own,
That both our powers, with smiling fronts encountring,
May give you thankful facrifice! Thy news ?
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. The citizens of Corioli have issued,
And given to Lartius and to Martius battel.
I saw our party to their trenches driven,
And then I came away.
Com. Tho' thou speak'st truth,
Methinks thou speak’st not well. How long is't since?
Mes. Above an hour, my Lord.
Com. 'Tis not a mile: briefly we heard their drums.
How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour,
And bring the news so late?
Mes. Spies of the Volscians
Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel
Three or four miles about ; else had I, Sir,
Half an hour since brought my report.
Com. Who's yonder,
That does appear as he were fiea'd? O Gods,
. He has the stamp of Martius, and I have Before-time seen him thus.
Mar. Come I too late ?
Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabor, More than I know the sound of Martius' tongue From every meaner 9 'man's.
Mar. Come I too late?
Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, But mantled in your own.
Mar. Oh! let me clip ye
In arms as found as when I woo'd ; in heart
As merry as when our nuptial day was done,
And tapers burnt to bedward.
Com. Flower of warriors,
How is't with Titus Lartius?
Mar. As with a man busied about decrees;
Condemning some to death, and some to exile,
Ranfoming him, or pitying, threatning th’ other,
Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,
Even like a fawning grey-hound in the leash,
To let him sip at will.
Coin. Where is that have.
Which told me they had beat you to your trenches?
Where is he? call him hither.
Mar. Let him alone,
He did inform the truth : but for our gentlemen,
The common file, ("a plague on't! tribunes' for them!)
The mouse ne'er fhunnid 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
Where is the enemy? are you lords o'th' field?
If not, why cease you ’till you are so ?
Com. Martius, we have at disadvantage fought,
And did retire to win our purpose.
Mar. How lies their battle? know you on what side They have plac'd their men of trust?
Com. I a plague! tribunes