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VALERIA: |
Verily, I do not jest with you; there came news from |
him last night. |
VIRGILIA: |
Indeed, madam? |
VALERIA: |
In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak it. |
Thus it is: the Volsces have an army forth; against |
whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of |
our Roman power: your lord and Titus Lartius are set |
down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt |
prevailing and to make it brief wars. This is true, |
on mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us. |
VIRGILIA: |
Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in every |
thing hereafter. |
VOLUMNIA: |
Let her alone, lady: as she is now, she will but |
disease our better mirth. |
VALERIA: |
In troth, I think she would. Fare you well, then. |
Come, good sweet lady. Prithee, Virgilia, turn thy |
solemness out o' door. and go along with us. |
VIRGILIA: |
No, at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. I wish |
you much mirth. |
VALERIA: |
Well, then, farewell. |
MARCIUS: |
Yonder comes news. A wager they have met. |
LARTIUS: |
My horse to yours, no. |
MARCIUS: |
'Tis done. |
LARTIUS: |
Agreed. |
MARCIUS: |
Say, has our general met the enemy? |
Messenger: |
They lie in view; but have not spoke as yet. |
LARTIUS: |
So, the good horse is mine. |
MARCIUS: |
I'll buy him of you. |
LARTIUS: |
No, I'll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I will |
For half a hundred years. Summon the town. |
MARCIUS: |
How far off lie these armies? |
Messenger: |
Within this mile and half. |
MARCIUS: |
Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours. |
Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work, |
That we with smoking swords may march from hence, |
To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast. |
Tutus Aufidius, is he within your walls? |
First Senator: |
No, nor a man that fears you less than he, |
That's lesser than a little. |
Hark! our drums |
Are bringing forth our youth. We'll break our walls, |
Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates, |
Which yet seem shut, we, have but pinn'd with rushes; |
They'll open of themselves. |
Hark you. far off! |
There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes |
Amongst your cloven army. |
MARCIUS: |
O, they are at it! |
LARTIUS: |
Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, ho! |
MARCIUS: |
They fear us not, but issue forth their city. |
Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight |
With hearts more proof than shields. Advance, |