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Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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478Enter Martius, Titus Lartius, with Drumme and Co-
479lours, with Captaines and Souldiers, as
480before the City Corialus: to them
481a Messenger.
482Martius. Yonder comes Newes:
483A Wager they haue met.
485Mar. Tis done.
486Lart. Agreed.
Mar.
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487Mar. Say, ha's our Generall met the Enemy?
490Mart. Ile buy him of you.
492For halfe a hundred yeares: Summon the Towne.
494Mess. Within this mile and halfe.
496Now Mars, I prythee make vs quicke in worke,
500the Walles of Corialus.
501Tullus Auffidious, is he within your Walles?
504Hearke, our Drummes
505Are bringing forth our youth: Wee'l breake our Walles
506Rather then they shall pound vs vp our Gates,
509 Alarum farre off.
511Among'st your clouen Army.
512Mart. Oh they are at it.
514Enter the Army of the Volces.
516Now put your Shields before your hearts, and fight
517With hearts more proofe then Shields.
518Aduance braue Titus,
519They do disdaine vs much beyond our Thoughts,
520which makes me sweat with wrath. Come on my fellows
521He that retires, Ile take him for a Volce,
522And he shall feele mine edge.
523Alarum, the Romans are beat back to their Trenches
524Enter Martius Cursing.
525Mar. All the contagion of the South, light on you,
526You Shames of Rome: you Heard of Byles and Plagues
527Plaister you o're, that you may be abhorr'd
530That beare the shapes of men, how haue you run
531From Slaues, that Apes would beate; Pluto and Hell,
532All hurt behinde, backes red, and faces pale
533With flight and agued feare, mend and charge home,
534Or by the fires of heauen, Ile leaue the Foe,
535And make my Warres on you: Looke too't: Come on,
537As they vs to our Trenches followes.
538Another Alarum, and Martius followes them to
539gates, and is shut in.
540So, now the gates are ope: now proue good Seconds,
541'Tis for the followers Fortune, widens them,
542Not for the flyers: Marke me, and do the like.
543Enter the Gati.
5452. Sol. Nor I.
548Tit. What is become of Martius?
5501. Sol. Following the Flyers at the very heeles,
551With them he enters: who vpon the sodaine
552Clapt to their Gates, he is himselfe alone,
553To answer all the City.
554Lar. Oh Noble Fellow!
557A Carbuncle intire: as big as thou art
558Weare not so rich a Iewell. Thou was't a Souldier
560Onely in strokes, but with thy grim lookes, and
563Were Feauorous, and did tremble.
564 Enter Martius bleeding, assaulted by the Enemy.
5651. Sol. Looke Sir.
566Lar. O 'tis Martius.
567Let's fetch him off, or make remaine alike.
568 They fight, and all enter the City.