Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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A flourish. Cornets. Enter Tullus Auffidius
¶bloudie, with two or three Souldiors.
¶Auffi. The Towne is ta'ne.
860Sould. 'Twill be deliuer'd backe on good Condition.
¶Auffid. Condition?
¶I would I were a Roman, for I cannot,
¶Being a Volce, be that I am. Condition?
¶What good Condition can a Treatie finde
865I'th' part that is at mercy? fiue times, Martius,
¶As often as we eate. By th' Elements,
¶If ere againe I meet him beard to beard,
870He's mine, or I am his: Mine Emulation
¶Hath not that Honor in't it had: For where
¶I thought to crush him in an equall Force,
¶True Sword to Sword: Ile potche at him some way,
¶Or Wrath, or Craft may get him.
875Sol. He's the diuell.
¶Being naked, sicke; nor Phane, nor Capitoll,
880The Prayers of Priests, nor times of Sacrifice:
¶Embarquements all of Fury, shall lift vp
¶My hate to Martius. Where I finde him, were it
¶At home, vpon my Brothers Guard, euen there
¶Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to th' Citie,
¶Learne how 'tis held, and what they are that must
¶Be Hostages for Rome.
¶Soul. Will not you go?
890Auf. I am attended at the Cyprus groue. I pray you
¶('Tis South the City Mils) bring me word thither
¶How the world goes: that to the pace of it
¶I may spurre on my iourney.