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Corioli. A street.
Corioli. A street.
Enter certain Romans, with spoils
Enter certain Romans, with spoils

FIRST ROMAN

This will I carry to Rome.

FIRST ROMAN

This will I carry to Rome.

SECOND ROMAN

And I this.

SECOND ROMAN

And I this.

THIRD ROMAN

A murrain on’t! I took this for silver.

THIRD ROMAN

A murrain on’t! I took this for silver.
Alarum continues still afar off
Alarum continues still afar off
Enter MARTIUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet
Enter MARTIUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet

MARTIUS

See here these movers that do prize their hours
5 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!
10 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.

MARTIUS

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

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

LARTIUS

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

MARTIUS

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

MARTIUS

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
25 Misguide thy opposers’ swords! Bold gentleman,
Prosperity be thy page!

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!

MARTIUS

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

MARTIUS

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

LARTIUS

Thou worthiest Martius!

LARTIUS

Thou worthiest Martius!
Exit MARTIUS
Exit MARTIUS
30 Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
Call thither all the officers o’ the town,
Where they shall know our mind: away!
Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
Call thither all the officers o’ the town,
Where they shall know our mind: away!
Exeunt
Exeunt

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Modern Text

Corioli. A street.
Corioli. A street.
Enter certain Romans, with spoils
Enter certain Romans, with spoils

FIRST ROMAN

This will I carry to Rome.

FIRST ROMAN

This will I carry to Rome.

SECOND ROMAN

And I this.

SECOND ROMAN

And I this.

THIRD ROMAN

A murrain on’t! I took this for silver.

THIRD ROMAN

A murrain on’t! I took this for silver.
Alarum continues still afar off
Alarum continues still afar off
Enter MARTIUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet
Enter MARTIUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet

MARTIUS

See here these movers that do prize their hours
5 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!
10 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.

MARTIUS

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

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

LARTIUS

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

MARTIUS

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

MARTIUS

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
25 Misguide thy opposers’ swords! Bold gentleman,
Prosperity be thy page!

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!

MARTIUS

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

MARTIUS

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

LARTIUS

Thou worthiest Martius!

LARTIUS

Thou worthiest Martius!
Exit MARTIUS
Exit MARTIUS
30 Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
Call thither all the officers o’ the town,
Where they shall know our mind: away!
Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
Call thither all the officers o’ the town,
Where they shall know our mind: away!
Exeunt
Exeunt