ACT I. SCENE V.
Within Corioli. A street
Enter certain Romans, with spoils
| FIRST ROMAN. | This will I carry to Rome.
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| SECOND ROMAN. | And I this.
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| THIRD ROMAN. | A murrain on 't! I took this for silver.
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[Alarum continues still afar off]
Enter MARCIUS and TITUS LARTIUS With a trumpeter
| MARCIUS. | See here these movers that do prize their hours
At a crack'd drachma! Cushions, leaden spoons,
Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves,
Ere yet the fight be done, pack up. Down with them!
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Exeunt pillagers
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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;
Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste
To help Cominius.
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| LARTIUS. | Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
Thy exercise hath been too violent
For a second course of fight.
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| MARCIUS. | Sir, praise me not;
My work hath yet not warm'd me. Fare you well;
The blood I drop is rather physical
Than dangerous to me. To Aufidius thus
I will appear, and fight.
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| LARTIUS. | 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!
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| MARCIUS. | Thy friend no less
Than those she placeth highest! So farewell.
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| LARTIUS. | Thou worthiest Marcius! Exit MARCIUS
Go sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
Call thither all the officers o' th' town,
Where they shall know our mind. Away! Exeunt
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ACT I. SCENE V.