Com.
Breath 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 strook,
By interims, and conveying gusts, we have heard

The charges of our friends:—Ye Roman ^note gods,
Lead their successes as we wish our own;
That both our powers, with smiling fronts encount'ring, Enter a Messenger.
May give you thankful sacrifice!—Thy news?

Mes.
The citizens of Corioli have issu'd,
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 true,
Methinks, thou speak'st not well. How long is't since?

Mes.
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,
And bring thy news so late?

Mes.
Spies of the Volcians
Held me in chace, 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 flea'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's.

Mar.
Come I too late?

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

Mar.
O, let me clip you,14Q0962

In arms ^note as sound, as when I woo'd; in heart
As merry, as when our nuptial day was done,
And tapers burnt to bedward.

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

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

Com.
Where is that slave,
Which told me they had beat you to your trenehes? ^note
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 lyes their battle? Know you on what side ^note
They have plac'd their men of trust?

Com.
As I guess, Marcius,
Their bands i'the vaward are the Antiates ^note,
Of their best trust: o'er them Aufidius,
Their very heart of hope.

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; but,
Filling the air with swords advanc'd, and darts,
We prove this very hour.

Com.
Though I could wish
You were conducted to a gentle bath,
And balms apply'd 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 are most 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 ^note his ^note person than an ill report;
If any think, brave death outweighs bad life,
And that his country's dearer than himself;
Let him, alone, or many, if so ^note minded,
Wave thus †, to express his disposition,
And follow Marcius. [They all shout, and wave their Swords; take him up in their Arms, and cast up their Caps.
O me, alone!—Make you14Q0963 a sword of me?
If these shews be not outward, which of you
But is four Volcians? None of you, but is
Able to bear against the great Aufidius
A shield as hard as his. A certain number
(Though thanks to all) must I select; the rest ^note
Shall bear the business in some other fight,

As cause will be obey'd.14Q0964 Please you to march;
And four shall quickly draw out my command,
Which men are best inclin'd.

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

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