« PreviousContinue »
Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible
Only in stroaks, but with thy grim looks, and
The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,
Thou mad'ft thine enemies shake, as if the world
Were feverous, and did tremble.
Enter Marcius bleeding, assaulted by the Enemy.
i Sol. Look, Sir.
Lart. 0, 'tis Marcius.
Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.
[They fight, and all enter the city.
Enter certain Romans with Spoils.
1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome.
2 Rom. And I this.
3 Rom. A murrain on't, I took this for filver.
[ Alarum continues fill afar off
Enter Marcius and Titus Lartius, with a Trumpet.
Mar. See here these movers, that do prize their honours
At a crack'd drachm: cushions, leaden spoons,
Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
Bury with those that wore them, these base flaves,
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 foul's hate, Aufidius,
Piercing our Romans ; then, valiant Titus, take
Convenient numbers to make good the city ;
Whilft I, with those that have the spirit, will hafte
To help Cominius.
Lart. Worthy Sir, thou bleed'ft ;
Thy exercise hath been too violent
For a second course of fight.
Mar. Sir, praise me not :
My work hath yet not warm’d me. Fare
The blood, I drop, is rather phyfical
Than dangerous to me.
T' Aufidius thus I will appear, and fight.
Lart. 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!
Mar. Thy friend no less,
Than those she placeth highest! so, farewel.
Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius,
Go found thy trumpet in the market-place,
Call thither all the officers o'th' town,
Where they fall know our mind. Away. . [Exeunt.
SCENE, changes to the Roman Camp.
Enter Cominius retreating, with Soldiers.
Reathe you, my
friends; well fought ; we are
Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
Nor cowardly in retire : Believe me, Sirs,
We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have ftruck,
By interims and conveying gufts, we have heard
The charges of our friends. The Roman gods
Lead their successes, as we wish our own;
That both our powers, with smiling fronts encountring,
May give you thankful facrifice! Thy news?
Enter a Mefjenger.
Mef. 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.
Com. Tho' thou speak’It truth,
Methinks, thou speak'ft not well. How long is't fince?
Mes. Above an hour, my lord.
Com. 'Tis not a mile : briefy, we heard their drums,
How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour,
And bring the news ro late ?
Mes, Spies of the Volfcians
Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel
Three or four miles about; else had I, Sir,
Half an hour since brought my report.
Com. Who's yonder,
That does appear as he were flea’d? O Gods !
He has the stamp of Marcius, and I have
Before time seen him thus.
Mar. Come I too late ?
Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabor, (8)
More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue
From every meaner man.
Mar. Come I too late ?
Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
But mantled in your own.
Mar. Oh! let me clip ye (9)
In arms as' sound, as when I woo'd; in heart
As merry, as when our nuptial day was done,
And tapers burnt to bedward.
Com. Flower of warriors,
How is't with Titus Lartius?
Mar. As with a man bufied about decrees ;
Condemning some to death, and some to exile,
Ransoming him, or pitying, threatning th' others
Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,
Even like a fawning grey-hound in the leash,
To let him flip at will,
(8) The shepbe d knows not thunder from a tabor,
More than I know the found of Marcius' tongue
From ev'ry meaner man.] This has the air of an imitation, whether Shakespeare really borrow'd it, or no, from the original: I mean, what Uly des says in the Greek poet of being able to diftinguish Minerva's voice, tho' he did not see her.
"Ως έυμαθές Σον, και αποπ1ος ής, όμως
Φώνημ’ ακέω, και ξυναρπάζω φρενο
Χαλκοςόμα κώδωνος ως Τυρσηνικής. .
Sophoc. is Ajace. (g) Ob! let me clip ye
In armis as found, as when I wood in beart;] Dr. Thirlby ad vited the different regulation in the pointing of this paffage; which I have embraced, as I think it much improves the sense and spirit, and conveys too the poet's thought, that Marcius was as found in limb, as when he went a wooing; and as merry in heart, as when going to bed to his bride. R 4
Com. Where is that slave, Which told me they had beat you to your trenches? Where is he? call him hither.
Mar. Let him alone, He did inforin the truth: but, for our gentlemen, The common file. (a plague! tribunes for them!) The mouse ne'er funn'd the cat, as they did budge From rascals worse than they.
Com. But how prevail'd you ?
Mar. Will the time serve to tell? I do not thinkWhere is the enemy? are you Lords o'th' field? If not, why cease you 'till you are fo?
Com. Március, we have at disadvantage fought, And did retire to win our purpose.
Mar. How lies their battle? know you on what side They have plac'd their men of trust ?
Com. As I guess, Marcius,
Their bands i'th' vaward are the Antiates
Of their best trust: o'er them Aufidius,
Their very heart of hope.
Mar. I'do beseech you,
By all the battles wherein we have fought,
By th' blood w’ave shed together, by the vows
W’ave 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 fwords advanc'd, and darts,
Com. 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.
Mar, Those are they,
That most are willing; if any such be here,
(As it were fin to doubt) that love this painting,
Wherein you see me smear’d; if any fear
Less for his person than an ill report:
If any think, brave death out-weighs bad life,
And that his country's dearer than himself,
Let him, alone, (or many, if so minded)
Wave thus, t'express his difpofition,
And follow Marcius.
[They all shout, and wave their words, take him up in
their arms, and cast up their caps.
Oh! me alone, make you a sword of me:
If these shews be not outward, which of you
But is four Volscians? none of you, but is
Able to bear against the great Aufidius
A shield as hard as his. A certain number,
(Tho'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 Mall quickly draw out my command,
Which men are best inclin'd.
Com. March on, my fellows :
Make good this oftentation, and you shall
Divide in all with us.
SCENE changes to Corioli.
Titus Lartius having set a guard upon Corioli, going
with drum and trumpet toward Cominius and Caius
Marcius; Enter with a Lieutenant, other Soldiers, and
Lart. 0, let the ports be guarded; keep your duties,
As I have let them down. If I do send, dispatch
Those centries to our aid ; the rest will serve
For a short holding; if we lose the field,
We cannot keep the town.
Lieu. Fear not our care, Sir.
Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon's:
Our guider, come! to th' Roman camp conduct us.