| ACT I SCENE VI | Near the camp of Cominius. | |
| | Enter COMINIUS, as it were in retire,with soldiers | |
| COMINIUS | Breathe you, my friends: well fought; | |
| | we are come off | |
| | Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, | |
| | Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs, | 5 |
| | We shall be charged again. Whiles we have struck, | |
| | By interims and conveying gusts we have heard | |
| | The charges of our friends. Ye Roman gods! | |
| | Lead their successes as we wish our own, | |
| | That both our powers, with smiling | 10 |
| | fronts encountering, | |
| | May give you thankful sacrifice. | |
| | Enter a Messenger | |
| | Thy news? | |
| Messenger | The citizens of Corioli have issued, | |
| | And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle: | 15 |
| | I saw our party to their trenches driven, | |
| | And then I came away. | |
| COMINIUS | Though thou speak'st truth, | |
| | Methinks thou speak'st not well. | |
| | How long is't since? | 20 |
| Messenger | Above an hour, my lord. | |
| COMINIUS | 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums: | |
| | How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour, | |
| | And bring thy news so late? | |
| Messenger | Spies of the Volsces | 25 |
| | Held me in chase, that I was forced to wheel | |
| | Three or four miles about, else had I, sir, | |
| | Half an hour since brought my report. | |
| COMINIUS | Who's yonder, | |
| | That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods | 30 |
| | He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have | |
| | Before-time seen him thus. | |
| MARCIUS | Within | |
| COMINIUS | The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabour | |
| | More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue | |
| | From every meaner man. | 35 |
| | Enter MARCIUS | |
| MARCIUS | Come I too late? | |
| COMINIUS | Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, | |
| | But mantled in your own. | |
| MARCIUS | O, let me clip ye | |
| | In arms as sound as when I woo'd, in heart | 40 |
| | As merry as when our nuptial day was done, | |
| | And tapers burn'd to bedward! | |
| COMINIUS | Flower of warriors, | |
| | How is it with Titus Lartius? | |
| MARCIUS | As with a man busied about decrees: | 45 |
| | Condemning some to death, and some to exile; | |
| | Ransoming him, or pitying, threatening the other; | |
| | Holding Corioli in the name of Rome, | |
| | Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, | |
| | To let him slip at will. | 50 |
| COMINIUS | Where is that slave | |
| | Which told me they had beat you to your trenches? | |
| | Where is he? call him hither. | |
| MARCIUS | Let him alone; | |
| | He did inform the truth: but for our gentlemen, | 55 |
| | 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. | |
| COMINIUS | But how prevail'd you? | |
| MARCIUS | Will the time serve to tell? I do not think. | 60 |
| | Where is the enemy? are you lords o' the field? | |
| | If not, why cease you till you are so? | |
| COMINIUS | Marcius, | |
| | We have at disadvantage fought and did | |
| | Retire to win our purpose. | 65 |
| MARCIUS | How lies their battle? know you on which side | |
| | They have placed their men of trust? | |
| COMINIUS | As I guess, Marcius, | |
| | Their bands i' the vaward are the Antiates, | |
| | Of their best trust; o'er them Aufidius, | 70 |
| | Their very heart of hope. | |
| MARCIUS | 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 | 75 |
| | Set me against Aufidius and his Antiates; | |
| | And that you not delay the present, but, | |
| | Filling the air with swords advanced and darts, | |
| | We prove this very hour. | |
| COMINIUS | Though I could wish | 80 |
| | You were conducted to a gentle bath | |
| | And balms applied to, you, yet dare I never | |
| | Deny your asking: take your choice of those | |
| | That best can aid your action. | |
| MARCIUS | Those are they | 85 |
| | That most are 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 his person than an ill report; | |
| | If any think brave death outweighs bad life | 90 |
| | And that his country's dearer than himself; | |
| | Let him alone, or so many so minded, | |
| | Wave thus, to express his disposition, | |
| | And follow Marcius. | |
| | They all shout and wave their swords, take him up intheir arms, and cast up their caps | |
| | O, me alone! make you a sword of me? | 95 |
| | If these shows be not outward, which of you | |
| | But is four Volsces? 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 | 100 |
| | from all: the rest | |
| | Shall bear the business in some other fight, | |
| | As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march; | |
| | And four shall quickly draw out my command, | |
| | Which men are best inclined. | 105 |
| COMINIUS | March on, my fellows: | |
| | Make good this ostentation, and you shall | |
| | Divide in all with us. | |
| | Exeunt | |