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fawning greyhound in the leash,

       To let him slip at will.

       COMINIUS.

       Where is that slave

       Which told me they had beat you to your trenches?

       Where’s he? call him hither.

       MARCIUS.

       Let him alone;

       He did inform the truth: but for our gentlemen,

       The common file,—a plague!—tribunes for them!—

       The mouse ne’er shunned the cat as they did budge

       From rascals worse than they.

       COMINIUS.

       But how prevail’d you?

       MARCIUS.

       Will the time serve to tell? I do not think.

       Where is the enemy? are you lords o’ the field?

       If not, why cease you till you are so?

       COMINIUS.

       Marcius,

       We have at disadvantage fought, and did

       Retire, to win our purpose.

       MARCIUS.

       How lies their battle? know you on which side

       They have placed their men of trust?

       COMINIUS.

       As I guess, Marcius,

       Their bands in the vaward are the Antiates,

       Of their best trust; o’er them Aufidius,

       Their very heart of hope.

       MARCIUS.

       I do beseech you,

       By all the battles wherein we have fought,

       By the blood we have shed together, by the vows

       We have made to endure friends, that you directly

       Set me against Aufidius and his Antiates;

       And that you not delay the present, but,

       Filling the air with swords advanc’d and darts,

       We prove this very hour.

       COMINIUS.

       Though I could wish

       You were conducted to a gentle bath,

       And balms applied to you, yet dare I never

       Deny your asking: take your choice of those

       That best can aid your action.

       MARCIUS.

       Those are they

       That most are willing.—If any such be here,—

       As it were sin to doubt,—that love this painting

       Wherein you see me smear’d; if any fear

       Lesser his person than an ill report;

       If any think brave death outweighs bad life,

       And that his country’s dearer than himself;

       Let him alone, or so many so minded,

       Wave thus [waving his hand], to express his disposition,

       And follow Marcius.

       [They all shout and wave their swords; take him up in their arms and cast up their caps.]

       O, me alone! Make you a sword of me?

       If these shows be not outward, which of you

       But is four Volsces? none of you but is

       Able to bear against the great Aufidius

       A shield as hard as his. A certain number,

       Though thanks to all, must I select from all: the rest

       Shall bear the business in some other fight,

       As cause will be obey’d. Please you to march;

       And four shall quickly draw out my command,

       Which men are best inclin’d.

       COMINIUS.

       March on, my fellows;

       Make good this ostentation, and you shall

       Divide in all with us.

       [Exeunt.]

       SCENE VII. The gates of Corioli.

       [TITUS LARTIUS, having set a guard upon Corioli, going with drum and trumpet toward COMINIUS and CAIUS MARCIUS, enters with a LIEUTENANT, a party of Soldiers, and a Scout.]

       LARTIUS.

       So, let the ports be guarded: keep your duties

       As I have set them down. If I do send, despatch

       Those centuries to our aid; the rest will serve

       For a short holding: if we lose the field

       We cannot keep the town.

       LIEUTENANT.

       Fear not our care, sir.

       LARTIUS.

       Hence, and shut your gates upon’s.—

       Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us.

       [Exeunt.]

       SCENE VIII. A field of battle between the Roman and the Volscian camps.

       [Alarum. Enter, from opposite sides, MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS.]

       MARCIUS.

       I’ll fight with none but thee, for I do hate thee

       Worse than a promise-breaker.

       AUFIDIUS.

       We hate alike:

       Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor

       More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.

       MARCIUS.

       Let the first budger die the other’s slave,

       And the gods doom him after!

      

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