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Coriolanus

Act I, Scene 5

Corioli. A street.
 
[Enter certain Romans, with spoils]
 
FIRST ROMAN
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      This will I | carry to | Rome.
 
SECOND ROMAN
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                                     And I this.
 
THIRD ROMAN
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      A mur|rain on it,| I took | this for | silver.
 
[Alarum continues still afar off. Enter MARTIUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet]
 
MARTIUS
             ,           ,         ,         ,             ,
      See* here | these mov|ers, that | do prize | their hours
                ,      ,         ,          ,        ,
      At a / cracked drach|ma: Cush|ions, lead|en spoons,
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      Irons of | a doit,| doublets | that hang|men 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.
            ,           ,           ,        ,         ,
      And hark,| what noise | the gene|ral makes:| to him
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      There is the | man of | my soul's | hate, Au|fidius,
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      Piercing our | Romans:| then val|iant Tit|us take
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      Conven|ient num|bers to make | good the | city,
             ,          ,            ,           x            ,
      Whilst^I | with those | that have | the spirit,| will haste
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      To help | Comin|ius.
 
LARTIUS
                              ,      ,            ,
                            worth|y sir,| thou bleedst,
           ,     ,           ,         ,    ,
      Thy ex|ercise | hath been | too vi|olent,
         2   ,         ,          ,
      For a sec|ond course | of fight.
 
MARTIUS
                                          ,         ,
                                  Sir, praise | me not:
           ,          ,           ,           ,          ,
      My work | hath yet | not warmed | me. Fare | you well:
            ,         ,         ,      ,     ,
      The blood | I drop,| is rath|er phy|sical
             ,     ,        ,     2   ,        ,      2         ,          ,   ->
      Than dang|erous | to me:| to Aufid|ius thus,|| I will appear | and fight.
 
LARTIUS
          2      ,     ,         ,
      Now* the fair | goddess | Fortune,
        T    T   .   T           ,                ,      ,
      Fall deep in love | with thee,| and her / great charms
           ,        2   ,          ,       ,   ,
      Misguide | thy oppos|ers' swords,| bold gen/tleman:
           ,   2   ,         ,
      Prosper|ity be | thy page.
 
MARTIUS
                                       ,          ,
                                Thy friend | no less,
             ,           ,        ,        ,         ,
      Than those | she plac|eth high|est: So | farewell.
 
LARTIUS
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      Thou worth|iest Mar|tius,  \\
           ,           ,       ,        ,       ,
      Go sound | thy trump|et in | the mark|etplace,
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      Call* thith|er all | the of|ficers | of the town,
               ,            ,          ,      ,    oo
      Where* they | shall know | our mind.| Away.|
 
[Exeunt]

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