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Author: William Shakespeare
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Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)


Enter certaine Romanes with spoiles.
5701. Rom. This will I carry to Rome.
2. Rom. And I this.
3. Rom. A Murrain on't, I tooke this for Siluer. exeunt.
Alarum continues still a-farre off.
Enter Martius, and Titus with a Trumpet.
575Mar. See heere these mouers, that do prize their hours
At a crack'd Drachme: Cushions, Leaden Spoones,
Irons of a Doit, Dublets that Hangmen would
Bury with those that wore them. These base slaues,
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,
Whil'st I with those that haue the spirit, wil haste
585To helpe Cominius.
Lar. Worthy Sir, thou bleed'st,
Thy exercise hath bin too violent,
For a second course of Fight.
Mar. Sir, praise me not:
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
Lar. Now the faire Goddesse Fortune,
Fall deepe in loue with thee, and her great charmes
595Misguide thy Opposers swords, Bold Gentleman:
Prosperity be thy Page.
Mar. Thy Friend no lesse,
Then those she placeth highest: So farewell.
Lar. Thou worthiest Martius,
600Go sound thy Trumpet in the Market place,
Call thither all the Officers a'th' Towne,
Where they shall know our minde. Away.
Exeunt