859Auffi. The Towne is ta'ne.

860Sould. 'Twill be deliuer'd backe on good Condition.

861Auffid. Condition?

862I would I were a Roman, for I cannot,

863Being a Volce, be that I am. Condition?

864What good Condition can a Treatie finde

865I'th' part that is at mercy? fiue times, Martius,

866I haue fought with thee; so often hast thou beat me:

867And would'st doe so, I thinke, should we encounter

868As often as we eate. By th' Elements,

869If ere againe I meet him beard to beard,

870He's mine, or I am his: Mine Emulation

871Hath not that Honor in't it had: For where

872I thought to crush him in an equall Force,

873True Sword to Sword: Ile potche at him some way,

874Or Wrath, or Craft may get him.

875Sol. He's the diuell.

876Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle: my valors poison'd,

877With onely suff'ring staine by him: for him

878Shall flye out of it selfe, nor sleepe, nor sanctuary,

879Being naked, sicke; nor Phane, nor Capitoll,

880The Prayers of Priests, nor times of Sacrifice:

881Embarquements all of Fury, shall lift vp

882Their rotten Priuiledge, and Custome 'gainst

883My hate to Martius. Where I finde him, were it

884At home, vpon my Brothers Guard, euen there

885Against the hospitable Canon, would I

886Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to th' Citie,

887Learne how 'tis held, and what they are that must

888Be Hostages for Rome.

889Soul. Will not you go?

890Auf. I am attended at the Cyprus groue. I pray you

891('Tis South the City Mils) bring me word thither

892How the world goes: that to the pace of it

893I may spurre on my iourney.

894Soul. I shall sir.