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' the field? Com. We have at disadvantage fought and did Marcius, Mar. How lies their battle? know you on which side They have placed their men of trust? Com. As I guess, Marcius, Their bands i' the vaward are the Antiates, Mar. I do beseech you, By all the battles wherein we have fought, By the blood we have shed together, by the vows Filling the air with swords advanced and darts, Com. Though I could wish And balms applied to you, yet dare I never That best can aid your action. Mar. That most are willing. As it were sin to doubt Those are they If any such be here that love this painting Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear Lesser his person than an ill report ; If any think brave death outweighs bad life, 53. Antiates. So Pope from Plutarch. Ff have Ancients.' 50 60 70 And that his country's dearer than himself; [They all shout and wave their swords, take A shield as hard as his. A certain number, rest Shall bear the business in some other fight, As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march ; Com. March on, my fellows: Make good this ostentation, and you shall 80 Divide in all with us. SCENE VII. [Exeunt. 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, other Soldiers, and a Scout. Lart. So, let the ports be guarded: keep your duties, 76. O, me alone! make you, etc. The soldiers, called upon to 'wave' their swords, have proceeded to 'wave' him. He plays on the fact. Yes, make me your weapon indeed! Follow me up as strenuously as the hand the sword!'-This is more in keeping with the situation than to put a (?) at 'me' (with Capell), as if he jocularly asked whether they took him for a sword. 84. four shall quickly, etc., i.e. four officers are to pick out the best men. As I have set them down. If I do send, dispatch 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's. Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. A field of battle between the Alarum as in battle. Enter, from opposite sides, Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee Worse than a promise-breaker. Auf. We hate alike : Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot. Mar. Let the first budger die the other's slave, And the gods doom him after ! Auf. If I fly, Marcius, Within these three hours, Tullus, Holloa me like a hare. Mar. Alone I fought in your Corioli walls, And made what work I pleased: 'tis not my blood Auf. Wert thou the Hector That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny, ΙΟ Thou shouldst not scape me here. [They fight, and certain Volsces come in the aid of Aufidius. Marcius fights till they be driven in breathless. Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me [Exeunt. Flourish. Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Flourish. Enter, from one side, COMINIUS with the Romans; from the other side, MARCIUS, with his arm in a scarf. Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work, Thou 'ldst not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it 6 That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours, Yet camest thou to a morsel of this feast, Having fully dined before. Enter TITUS LARTIUS, with his power, from the pursuit. Lart. O general, Here is the steed, we the caparison: Hadst thou beheld Mar. 15. condemned seconds, damnable seconding. Pray now, no more: my mother, 10 Who has a charter to extol her blood, When she does praise me grieves me. I have done He that has but effected his good will Com. You shall not be The grave of your deserving; Rome must know What you have done-before our army hear me. smart To hear themselves remember'd. Com. Should they not, Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, Your only choice. Mar. I thank you, general; [A long flourish. They all cry 'Marcius! 14. charter, special privi lege. 20 30 40 31. tent, to probe a wound, hence to cure. |