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Before Corioli.
[Enter, with drum and colors, MARTIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, Captains and Soldiers.
To them a MESSENGER]
MARTIUS
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Yonder | comes^news:| a wa|ger they | have met.
LARTIUS
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My horse | to yours,| no.
MARTIUS
T T
'Tis done.
LARTIUS
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Agreed.
MARTIUS
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Say, has | our gen|eral met | the e|nemy?
MESSENGER
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They lie | in view,| but have | not spoke | as
yet.
LARTIUS
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So, the | good* horse | is mine.
MARTIUS
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I'll buy | him of || you.
LARTIUS
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, x
, 2
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No,| I'll nor sell,| nor give him:| lend you him
| I will
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For half | a hun|dred years.| Summon | the town.
MARTIUS
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How far off | lie these^|armies?
MESSENGER
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Within | this mile | and half.|
(tetra with prev)
MARTIUS
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Then shall | we hear | their 'la|rum, and / they
ours.
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Now* Mars,| I pri|thee make | us quick | in work,
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That we | with smo|king swords | may march | from
hence
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To help | our fiel|ded friends.| Come^blow | thy*
blast.
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Tullus Au|fidius,| is he | within | your walls?
[They sound a parley. Enter two Senators with others on the walls]
FIRST SENATOR
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No, nor | a man | that fears | you less | than
he,
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That's les|ser than | a lit|tle. Hark,| our drums
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Are bring|ing forth | our youth:| we'll break |
our walls
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Rather | than they | shall pound | us up | our
gates,
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Which yet | seem* shut,| we have but | pinned
with | rushes,
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They'll o|pen of | themselves.| Hark you,|
far^off
, , 2
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There is | Aufi|dius. List | what work | he makes
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Amongst | your clo|ven ar|my.
MARTIUS
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Oh | they are at it.
LARTIUS
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Their noise | be our | instruct|tion. Lad|ders
ho.
[Enter the army of the Volces]
MARTIUS
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They fear us | not, but | issue | forth their |
city.
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Now* put | your shields | before | your hearts,|
and fight
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With hearts | more* proof | than shields.
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Advance | brave | Titus: (tri with
prev)
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They do | disdain | us much | beyond | our
thoughts,
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Which^makes | me sweat | with wrath.| Come^on |
my fel||lows:
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He | that retires | I'll take | him for a |
Volsce,
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And he | shall feel | mine^edge. \\
[Alarum. The Romans are beat back to their trenches. Re-enter MARTIUS
cursing]
MARTIUS
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All the con|tagion | of the south | light on you,
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You shames | of Rome:| you herd | of boils | and
plagues
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Plaster | you ore,| that you | may be | abhorred
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Further than | seen, and | one in|fect a|nother
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Against | the wind | a mile:| You souls | of
geese,
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That bear | the shapes | of men,| how have | you
run
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From slaves | that apes | would beat;| Pluto |
and hell,
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All* hurt | behind; backs red,| and fa|ces pale
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With flight | and a|gued* fear,| mend and charge
home,
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Or by | the fires | of heaven,| I'll leave | the
foe,
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And make | my wars | on you:| look* to it:|
come^on,
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If you'll / stand fast,| we'll beat | them to |
their wives,
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As they | us to | our tren|ches fol|lowed.
[Another alarum. The Volces fly, and MARTIUS follows them to the gates]
, 2 ,
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So, now* the | gates are | ope: now*| prove
good*| seconds:
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'Tis for | the fol|lowers for|tune wi|dens them,
, 2
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Not for the | fliers:| mark me,| and do | the
like.
[Enters the gates and is shut in]
FIRST SOLDIER
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Fool-har/diness,| not I.
SECOND SOLDIER
, oo
Nor I.|
FIRST SOLDIER
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See they | have shut | him in.
ALL
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To the pot | I war|rant him. (tri with
prev)
[Alarum continues. Re-enter TITUS LARTIUS]
LARTIUS
, 2
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What is be|come of | Martius?
ALL
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Slain (sir)| doubtless.
FIRST SOLDIER
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Following | the fli|ers at | the ve|ry heels,
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With them | he en|ters: who | upon | the sudden
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Clapped to | their gates,| he is | himself |
alone,
, ,
, 2
To an|swer all | the ci|ty.
LARTIUS
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Oh* noble | fellow!
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Who sen|sibly / outdares | his sense|less sword,
, 2
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And when it | bows, stands^|up. Thou | art left
Martius:
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A car|buncle en|tire, as | big as | thou^art,
,
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2 ,
Were not | so rich | a jewel.| Thou wast a |
soldier
, 2 ,
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Even to | Cato's | wish, not | fierce and |
terrible
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Only | in strokes,| but with | thy grim | looks,
and
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The thun|der-like | percus|sion of | thy sounds
,
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Thou madst | thine^e|nemies shake,| as if | the
world
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x
Were* fe|verous, and | did tremble.
[Re-enter MARTIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy]
FIRST SOLDIER
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Look sir.
LARTIUS
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O 'tis | Martius.
(tri with prev)
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Let's fetch | him off,| or make | remain | alike.
[They fight, and all enter the city]