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Act I, Scene 4
1Before Corioli.
2Enter, with drum and colours, Marcius, Titus Lartius, Captains and Soldiers. To them a Messenger.
3MarciusYonder comes news. A wager they have met.
4LartiusMy horse to yours, no.
5Marcius’Tis done.
6LartiusAgreed.
7MarciusSay, has our general met the enemy?
8MessengerThey lie in view; but have not spoke as yet.
9LartiusSo, the good horse is mine.
10MarciusI’ll buy him of you.
11LartiusNo, I’ll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I will
For half a hundred years. Summon the town.
12MarciusHow far off lie these armies?
13MessengerWithin this mile and half.
14MarciusThen shall we hear their ’larum, and they ours.
Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work,
That we with smoking swords may march from hence,
To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast.
15They sound a parley. Enter two Senators with others on the walls.
16Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls?
17First SenatorNo, nor a man that fears you less than he,
That’s lesser than a little. Drums afar off. Hark! our drums
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. Alarum afar off. Hark you, far off!
There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes
Amongst your cloven army.
18MarciusO, they are at it!
19LartiusTheir noise be our instruction. Ladders, ho!
20Enter the army of the Volsces.
21MarciusThey 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 Volsce,
And he shall feel mine edge.
22Alarum. The Romans are beat back to their trenches. Reenter Marcius cursing.
23MarciusAll the contagion of the south light on you,
You shames of Rome! you herd of—Boils and plagues
Plaster you o’er, that you may be abhorr’d
Further than seen and one infect another
Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese,
That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
From slaves 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.
24Another alarum. The Volsces fly, and Marcius follows them to the gates.
25So, 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. Enters the gates.
26First SoldierFool-hardiness; not I.
27Second SoldierNor I. Marcius is shut in.
28First SoldierSee, they have shut him in.
29AllTo the pot, I warrant him. Alarum continues.
30Reenter Titus Lartius.
31LartiusWhat is become of Marcius?
32AllSlain, sir, doubtless.
33First SoldierFollowing 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.
34LartiusO 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 thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,
Thou madest thine enemies shake, as if the world
Were feverous and did tremble.
35Reenter Marcius, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy.
36First SoldierLook, sir.
37LartiusO, ’tis Marcius!
Let’s fetch him off, or make remain alike. They fight, and all enter the city.