| ACT I SCENE V | Corioli. A street. | |
| | Enter certain Romans, with spoils | |
| First Roman | This will I carry to Rome. | |
| Second Roman | And I this. | |
| Third Roman | A murrain on't! I took this for silver. | |
| | Alarum continues still afar off | |
| | Enter MARCIUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet | |
| MARCIUS | See here these movers that do prize their hours | 5 |
| | At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons, | |
| | Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would | |
| | Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, | |
| | Ere yet the fight be done, pack up: down with them! | |
| | And hark, what noise the general makes! To him! | 10 |
| | There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius, | |
| | Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, take | |
| | Convenient numbers to make good the city; | |
| | Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste | |
| | To help Cominius. | 15 |
| LARTIUS | Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; | |
| | Thy exercise hath been too violent for | |
| | A second course of fight. | |
| MARCIUS | Sir, praise me not; | |
| | My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well: | 20 |
| | The blood I drop is rather physical | |
| | Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus | |
| | I will appear, and fight. | |
| LARTIUS | Now the fair goddess, Fortune, | |
| | Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms | 25 |
| | Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman, | |
| | Prosperity be thy page! | |
| MARCIUS | Thy friend no less | |
| | Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell. | |
| LARTIUS | Thou worthiest Marcius! | 30 |
| | Exit MARCIUS | |
| | Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place; | |
| | Call thither all the officers o' the town, | |
| | Where they shall know our mind: away! | |
| | Exeunt | |
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