Auf.
The town is ta'en.

Sol.
'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition.

Auf.
Condition!
I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot,
Being a Volscian, be that I am. Condition?
What good condition can a treaty find
I' th' 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 th' 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.

Sol.
He's the Devil.

Auf.
Bolder, tho' not so subtle: my valour (poison'd,
With only suffering stain by him) for him
Shall flie out of itself. &wlquo;^{8 note}

&wlquo;At home, upon my brother's guard, even there,
&wlquo;Against the hospitable Canon, would I
&wlquo;Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to th' city;&wrquo;
Learn, how 'tis held; and what they are, that must
Be hostages for Rome.

Sol.
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.

Sol.
I shall, Sir. [Exeunt.

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