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The Tragedy of Coriolanus: Act 1 Scene 5
Scene V Corioli. A street.
- [Enter certain Romans, with spoils]
- FIRST ROMAN
- This will I carry to Rome.
- SECOND ROMAN
- And I this.
- THIRD ROMAN
- A murrain on't! I took this for silver.
- [Alarum continues still afar off]
- [Enter MARCIUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet]
- See here these movers that do prize their hours
- At a crack'd drachm! 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!
- 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.
- Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
- Thy exercise hath been too violent for
- A second course of fight.
- 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.
- 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!
- Thy friend no less
- Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.
- Thou worthiest Marcius!
- [Exit MARCIUS]
- Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
- Call thither all the officers o' the town,
- Where they shall know our mind: away!