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Corioli. A street.
A estter in rsoeiolC.
Enter certain Romans, with spoils
emSo aoRnms eetnr twih iplsos of arw.

FIRST ROMAN

This will I carry to Rome.

TSFIR MANRO

llI girbn isht bcak to eRmo.

SECOND ROMAN

And I this.

EDSOCN OARMN

Adn lIl rbgni shit.

THIRD ROMAN

A murrain ont! I took this for silver.

DTRHI NMOAR

usrCe it! I ohtugth itsh wsa lerisv.
Alarum continues still afar off
rmepsTtu litsl uncentoi arf aawy.
Enter MARTIUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet
SRMIATU (dieegbln) nda STUIT ILSURTA ernte itwh a rpmeetrut.

MARTIUS

See here these movers that do prize their hours
5 At a crackd 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 souls 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.

SMTIARU

oLko at eshte grcsnvaees how spend hiert meti egitrngha wloetssrh scion! oChusisn, adel sonops, hapce swrods, secthol that enhmnag wluod uybr lnaog wthi vewrohe died nawrige ethm. eTseh wyllo esslva are agpcikn up eoebfr hte gfhti is veen evor. Theyer hte trows! dnA tsilne to het nsoei nCiousmi akmse! steL go hlep him! Aduuifis, het oen my uols aeths, is ndirivg uro aRnom ayrm paart. aatVlni Ttuis, ktea hoenug enm iwth uyo to serecu teh tyic. Ill go onw whit hoset how veah teh tpriis and help nuoiimsC.

LARTIUS

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

UTSRAIL

tyoWrh ris, ryueo eniblged. Yuor oftsrfe aevh eebn too tvlonei for uyo to fhgti ignaa nwo.

MARTIUS

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

RAUTMSI

ntDo feratlt me. Im tno nvee dwerma up yet. Gdoo kulc to uyo. lBingeed is rmoe hllfepu to me tnah it is goudrnaes. lIl difn dusufAii dna fithg.

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!

TUASRLI

aMy eth fair eddgsos Foertnu afll depeyl in love htiw oyu, adn mya ehs satc a slple on royu ppnontose so eitrh wsodsr dton tiksre uoy! Baver egeltnemn, amy you be fluscescsu!

MARTIUS

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

RAMUTSI

yMa tnFroue be no essl a nifder to oyu naht ehs is to ohset ehs vleso msto! dGoo ulkc.

LARTIUS

Thou worthiest Martius!

LRAUTSI

eorYu hte earbsvt, tirasMu!
Exit MARTIUS
MSRAIUT etixs.
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, oudns uory etpumrt in teh meatkeplrac. Bnrig lla eht tonw osciflifa here. Wlel ltle htem twah were kghnitin. Go!
Exeunt
llA ixet, ggnoi in feenrftdi irtdiocens.