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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
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See* here | these mo|vers that | do prize | their
hours
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At a / cracked drach|ma: Cush|ions, lea|den
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.
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And hark,| what noise | the gen|eral 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 va|liant Ti|tus take
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Conven|ient num|bers 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 | Comi|nius.
LARTIUS
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Wor|thy sir,| thou bleedst,
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Thy ex|ercise | hath been | too vi|olent || for
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A se|cond course | of fight.
MARTIUS
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Sir, praise | me not:
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My work | hath yet | not warmed | me. Fare | you
well:
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The blood | I drop,| is ra|ther phy|sical
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Than dan|gerous | to me:| to Aufi|dius thus,
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I will appear | and fight.
LARTIUS
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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 oppo|sers' swords,| bold
gen/tleman:
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Prospe|rity be | thy page.
MARTIUS
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Thy friend | no less,
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Than those | she pla|ceth high|est: So |
farewell.
LARTIUS
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Thou wor|thiest Mar|tius, \\
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Go sound | thy trum|pet in | the mar|ket-place,
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Call* thi|ther all | the of|ficers | of the town,
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Where* they | shall know | our mind.| Away.|
[Exeunt]