Coriolanus
Act I, Scene 5
Corioli. A street.
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Enter certain Romans with spoils.
First Roman
1
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This will I carry to Rome.
Second Roman
2
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And I this.
Third Roman
3
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A murrain on’t! I took this for silver.
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Alarum continues still afar off.
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Enter Martius and Titus Lartius with a Trumpet.
Caius Martius
4 - 14
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See here these movers that do prize their hours
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At a crack’d drachme! Cushions, leaden spoons,
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Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
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Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves,
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Ere yet the fight be done, pack up. Down with them!
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And hark, what noise the general makes! To him!
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There is the man of my soul’s hate, Aufidius,
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Piercing our Romans; then, valiant Titus, take
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Convenient numbers to make good the city,
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Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste
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To help Cominius.
Lartius
15 - 17
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Worthy sir, thou bleed’st,
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Thy exercise hath been too violent for
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A second course of fight.
Caius Martius
18 - 22
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Sir, praise me not;
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My work hath yet not warm’d me. Fare you well.
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The blood I drop is rather physical
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Than dangerous to me. To Aufidius thus
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I will appear, and fight.
Lartius
23 - 26
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Now the fair goddess Fortune
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Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms
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Misguide thy opposers’ swords! Bold gentleman!
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Prosperity be thy page.
Caius Martius
27 - 28
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Thy friend no less
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Than those she placeth highest! So farewell.
Lartius
29 - 32
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Thou worthiest Martius!
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Exit Martius.
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Go sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
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Call thither all the officers a’ th’ town,
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Where they shall know our mind. Away!
