READ STUDY GUIDE: Act I, scenes ii-x |
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Act I, Scene v:
Within Corioli. A street.
Within 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.] |
| 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!— |
| 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. |
| LARTIUS: |
| Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; |
| Thy exercise hath been too violent |
| For a second course of fight. |
| 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. |
| 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! |
| MARCIUS: |
| Thy friend no less |
| Than those she placeth highest!—So farewell. |
| LARTIUS: |
| 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! |
| [Exeunt.] |
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