5701. Rom. This will I carry to Rome.

5712. Rom. And I this.

5723. Rom. A Murrain on't, I tooke this for Siluer. exeunt.

575Mar. See heere these mouers, that do prize their hours

576At a crack'd Drachme: Cushions, Leaden Spoones,

577Irons of a Doit, Dublets that Hangmen would

578Bury with those that wore them. These base slaues,

579Ere yet the fight be done, packe vp, downe with them.

580And harke, what noyse the Generall makes: To him

581There is the man of my soules hate, Auffidious,

582Piercing our Romanes: Then Valiant Titus take

583Conuenient Numbers to make good the City,

584Whil'st I with those that haue the spirit, wil haste

585To helpe Cominius.

586Lar. Worthy Sir, thou bleed'st,

587Thy exercise hath bin too violent,

588For a second course of Fight.

589Mar. Sir, praise me not:

590My worke hath yet not warm'd me. Fare you well:

591The blood I drop, is rather Physicall

592Then dangerous to me: To Auffidious thus, I will appear (and fight.

593Lar. Now the faire Goddesse Fortune,

594Fall deepe in loue with thee, and her great charmes

595Misguide thy Opposers swords, Bold Gentleman:

596Prosperity be thy Page.

597Mar. Thy Friend no lesse,

598Then those she placeth highest: So farewell.

599Lar. Thou worthiest Martius,

600Go sound thy Trumpet in the Market place,

601Call thither all the Officers a'th' Towne,

602Where they shall know our minde. Away. Exeunt