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Coriolanus - Act 1, scene 5
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Act 1, scene 5
Leaving Lartius to secure Corioles, Martius goes to the aid of the Roman general Cominius on the battlefield near the city.Enter certain Romans, with spoils.
FIRST ROMAN 0568 This will I carry to Rome.
SECOND ROMAN 0569 And I this.
THIRD ROMAN 0570 A murrain on ’t! I took this for silver.
Enter Martius, and Titus ⌜Lartius⌝ with a Trumpet.
0571 See here these movers that do prize their hours
0572 5 At a cracked drachma. Cushions, leaden spoons,
p. 470573 Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
0574 Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves,
0575 Ere yet the fight be done, pack up. Down with them!
⌜The Romans with spoils⌝ exit.
Alarum continues still afar off.
0576 And hark, what noise the General makes! To him!
0577 10 There is the man of my soul’s hate, Aufidius,
0578 Piercing our Romans. Then, valiant Titus, take
0579 Convenient numbers to make good the city,
0580 Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste
0581 To help Cominius.
LARTIUS 0582 15 Worthy sir, thou bleed’st.
0583 Thy exercise hath been too violent
0584 For a second course of fight.
MARTIUS 0585 Sir, praise me not.
0586 My work hath yet not warmed me. Fare you well.
0587 20 The blood I drop is rather physical
0588 Than dangerous to me. To Aufidius thus
0589 I will appear and fight.
LARTIUS 0590 Now the fair goddess Fortune
0591 Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms
0592 25 Misguide thy opposers’ swords! Bold gentleman,
0593 Prosperity be thy page!
MARTIUS 0594 Thy friend no less
0595 Than those she placeth highest! So farewell.
LARTIUS 0596 Thou worthiest Martius!⌜Martius exits.⌝
0597 30 Go sound thy trumpet in the marketplace.
0598 Call thither all the officers o’ th’ town,
0599 Where they shall know our mind. Away!