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  • ACT I SCENE VI

    
     Dramatis Personae 
     Act I   Scene I 
     Act I   Scene II 
     Act I   Scene III 
     Act I   Scene IV 
     Act I   Scene V 
     Act I   Scene VI
     Act I   Scene VII 
     Act I   Scene VIII 
     Act I   Scene IX
     Act I   Scene X 
     Act II  Scene I 
     Act II  Scene II 
     Act II  Scene III 
     Act III Scene I
    
     Act III Scene II 
     Act III Scene III 
     Act IV  Scene I  
     Act IV  Scene II 
     Act IV  Scene III 
     Act IV  Scene IV 
     Act IV  Scene V 
     Act IV  Scene VI 
     Act IV  Scene VII 
     Act V   Scene I 
     Act V   Scene II 
     Act V   Scene III 
     Act V   Scene IV 
     Act V   Scene V 
     Act V   Scene VI
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     Act I 

    
    ACT I: SCENE VI	Near the camp of Cominius.

    
    	Enter COMINIUS, as it were in retire,
    	with soldiers
    
    COMINIUS	Breathe you, my friends: well fought;
    	we are come off
    	Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
    	Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,
    	We shall be charged again. Whiles we have struck,
    	By interims and conveying gusts we have heard
    	The charges of our friends. Ye Roman gods!
    	Lead their successes as we wish our own,
    	That both our powers, with smiling
    	fronts encountering,
    	May give you thankful sacrifice.
    
    	Enter a Messenger
    
    		                  Thy news?
    
    Messenger	The citizens of Corioli have issued,
    	And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle:
    	I saw our party to their trenches driven,
    	And then I came away.
    
    COMINIUS	Though thou speak'st truth,
    	Methinks thou speak'st not well.
    	How long is't since?
    
    Messenger	Above an hour, my lord.
    
    COMINIUS	'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums:
    	How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour,
    	And bring thy news so late?
    
    Messenger	Spies of the Volsces
    	Held me in chase, that I was forced to wheel
    	Three or four miles about, else had I, sir,
    	Half an hour since brought my report.
    
    COMINIUS	Who's yonder,
    	That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods
    	He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have
    	Before-time seen him thus.
    
    MARCIUS	Within                 Come I too late?
    
    COMINIUS	The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabour
    	More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue
    	From every meaner man.
    
    	Enter MARCIUS
    
    MARCIUS	Come I too late?
    
    COMINIUS	Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
    	But mantled in your own.
    
    MARCIUS	O, let me clip ye
    	In arms as sound as when I woo'd, in heart
    	As merry as when our nuptial day was done,
    	And tapers burn'd to bedward!
    
    COMINIUS	Flower of warriors,
    	How is it with Titus Lartius?
    
    MARCIUS	As with a man busied about decrees:
    	Condemning some to death, and some to exile;
    	Ransoming him, or pitying, threatening the other;
    	Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,
    	Even like a 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 is 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 shunn'd 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 i' 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 advanced 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, 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 inclined.
    
    COMINIUS	March on, my fellows:
    	Make good this ostentation, and you shall
    	Divide in all with us.
    
    	Exeunt
    
    
    

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