ACT I
SCENE V Corioli. A street.


 [Enter certain Romans, with spoils]

First Roman This will I carry to Rome.

Second Roman And I this.

Third Roman A murrain on't! I took this for silver.

 [Alarum continues still afar off]

 [Enter MARCIUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet]

MARCIUS See here these movers that do prize their hours
 At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons,
 Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
 Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves,
 Ere yet the fight be done, pack up: down with them!
 And hark, what noise the general makes! To him!
 There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
 Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, take
 Convenient numbers to make good the city;
 Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste
 To help Cominius.

LARTIUS                   Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
 Thy exercise hath been too violent for
 A second course of fight.

MARCIUS Sir, praise me not;
 My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well:
 The blood I drop is rather physical
 Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus
 I will appear, and fight.

LARTIUS Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
 Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
 Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,
 Prosperity be thy page!

MARCIUS Thy friend no less
 Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.

LARTIUS Thou worthiest Marcius!

 [Exit MARCIUS]

 Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
 Call thither all the officers o' the town,
 Where they shall know our mind: away!

 [Exeunt]




 CORIOLANUS


ACT I