Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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SCENE X.
The Volcian Camp.
A Flourish. Cornets. Enter Aufidius, bloody, with two or three Soldiers.
Auf.
The town is ta'en.
1. S.
'Twill be deliver'd back
On good condition.
Auf.
Condition!—
I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot,
Being a Volce,14Q0968 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 would'st do so, I think, should we encounter
As 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 at him some way;
Or wrath, or craft, may get him.
1. S.
He's the devil.
Auf.
Bolder, though not so subtle: My valour's poison'd
With only suffering stain by him; for him
Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep, nor sanctuary,
Being naked, sick; nor fane, nor capitol,
The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice,
Embankments note all of fury, shall lift up
Their rotten priviledge and custom 'gainst
My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it
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At home, upon my brother's guard, even there,
Against the hospitable canon, would I
Wash my fierce hand in his heart. Go you to the city;
Learn, how 'tis held; and what they are, that must
Be hostages for Rome.
1. S.
Will not you go?
Auf.
I am attended at the cypress grove:
I pray you,
('Tis south the city mills) bring me word thither
How the world goes; that to the pace of it
I may spur on my journey.
1. S.
I shall, sir.
[Exeunt.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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