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  • Title: Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)

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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 (and fight.
    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