Auf.
The town is ta'en!

First Sol. ^note
'Twill be deliver'd back ^note on good condition.

Auf.
Condition!
I would I were a Roman; for I cannot,
Being a Volsce ^note, be that I am. Condition!
What good condition can a treaty find
I' the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius,
I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat me;
And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter
As ^note often as we eat. By the elements,
If e'er again I meet him beard to beard,
He's mine, or I am his: mine emulation
Hath not that honour in't it had; for where
I thought to crush him in an equal force,
True sword to sword, I'll potch ^note at him some way, ^note

Or wrath or craft may get him.

First Sol. ^note
He's the devil.

Auf.
Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour's ^note poison'd
With only suffering stain by him; ^note for ^note him
Shall ^note fly out of itself: nor sleep nor ^note sanctuary,
Being naked, sick ^note, nor fane nor Capitol,
The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice,
Embarquements ^note all of fury, shall lift up
Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it
At home, upon my brother's guard ^note, even there,
Against the hospitable canon, would I
Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to the city;
Learn how 'tis held, and what they are that must
Be hostages for Rome.

First Sol. ^note
Will not you go?

Auf.
I am attended at the cypress ^note grove: I pray you—
'Tis south the city mills ^note—bring me word thither
How the world goes, that to the pace of it
I may spur on my journey.

First Sol. ^note
I shall, sir. [Exeunt. ^note

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