Coriolanus - Act 1 - Scene 5

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