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Scene 5

Corioli. A street.

(First Roman; Second Roman; Third Roman; Martius; Titus Lartius)

Roman soldiers happily loot the town; Martius is disgusted that they fight for gain rather than honor. Though wounded, he rushes off to help Cominius and, if he can, fight Aufidius. (32 lines)

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 silver.


Alarum continues still afar off.

Enter Martius and Titus Lartius with a Trumpet.


See here these movers that do prize their hours

At a crack’d drachme! 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.


Worthy sir, thou bleed’st,

Thy exercise hath been too violent for

A second course of fight.


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.


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.


Thy friend no less

Than those she placeth highest! So farewell.


Thou worthiest Martius!

Exit Martius.

Go sound thy trumpet in the market-place;

Call thither all the officers a’ th’ town,

Where they shall know our mind. Away!



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