Com.
Breathe you, my friends; well fought: we are come off
Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,
We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have struck,
By interims, and conveying gusts, we have heard
The charges of our friends:—The Roman gods,
Lead their successes as we wish our own^{7 note}
;
That both our powers, with smiling fronts encountering, Enter a Messenger.
May give you thankful sacrifice!—Thy news?

Mess.
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.
Though thou speak'st truth,
Methinks, thou speak'st not well. How long is't since?

Mess.
Above an hour, my lord.

Com.
'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums:
How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour^{8 note}

Mess.
Spies of the Volces
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. Enter Marcius.

Com.
Who's yonder,
That does appear as he were flay'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,
More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue
From every meaner man^{9 note}

Mar.
Come I too late?

Com.
Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
But mantled in your own.

Mar.
O! let me clip you
In arms as sound, as when I woo'd; in heart
As merry, as when our nuptial day was done,
And tapers burn'd to bedward^{1 note}

Com.
Flower of warriors,
How is't with Titus Lartius?

Mar.
As with a man busied about decrees:
Condemning some to death, and some to exile;
Ransoming him, or pitying^{2 note}, threat'ning the other;
Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,
Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash,
To let him slip at will.

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 inform the truth: But for our gentlemen,
The common file, (A plague!—Tribunes for them!)
The mouse ne'er shunn'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 think—
Where is the enemy? Are you lords o' the field?
If not, why cease you till you are so?

Com.
Marcius,
We have at disadvantage fought, and did
Retire, to win our purpose.

Mar.
How lies their battle? Know you on which side^{3 note}

Com.
As I guess, Marcius,
Their bands in the vaward are the Antiates^{4 note}

Mar.
I do beseech you,
By all the battles wherein we have fought,
By the blood we have shed together, by the vows
We have made to endure friends, that you directly
Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiates:
And that you not delay the present^{6 note}; but,
Filling the air with swords advanc'd^{7 note}, and darts,
We prove this very hour.

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 sin to doubt,) that love this painting
Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear
Lesser his person than an ill report^{8 note}

Shall bear^{9 note}
the business in some other sight,
As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march;
And four shall quickly draw out my command,
Which men are best inclin'd^{1 note}

Com.
March on, my fellows:
Make good this ostentation, and you shall
Divide in all with us. [Exeunt.

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