Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter certaine Romanes with spoiles.
5701. Rom. This will I carry to Rome.
¶2. Rom. And I this.
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Alarum continues still a-farre off.
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Enter Martius, and Titus with a Trumpet.
¶At a crack'd Drachme: Cushions, Leaden Spoones,
¶Irons of a Doit, Dublets that Hangmen would
¶Ere yet the fight be done, packe vp, downe with them.
580And harke, what noyse the Generall makes: To him
¶There is the man of my soules hate, Auffidious,
¶Piercing our Romanes: Then Valiant Titus take
¶Conuenient Numbers to make good the City,
585To helpe Cominius.
¶Thy exercise hath bin too violent,
590My worke hath yet not warm'd me. Fare you well:
¶The blood I drop, is rather Physicall
¶Then dangerous to me: To Auffidious thus, I will appear
(and fight.
¶Fall deepe in loue with thee, and her great charmes
¶Prosperity be thy Page.
600Go sound thy Trumpet in the Market place,
¶Call thither all the Officers a'th' Towne,
¶Where they shall know our minde. Away.
Exeunt
