The Complete Tragedies of William Shakespeare - All 12 Books in One Edition. William Shakespeare

       VALERIA. In troth, I think she would.—Fare you well, then.—Come, good sweet lady.—Pr’ythee, Virgilia, turn thy solemness out o’ door and go along with us.

       VIRGILIA.

       No, at a word, madam; indeed I must not. I wish you much mirth.

       VALERIA.

       Well then, farewell.

       [Exeunt.]

       SCENE IV. Before Corioli.

       [Enter, with drum and colours, MARCIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, Officers, and soldiers.]

       MARCIUS.

       Yonder comes news:—a wager they have met.

       LARTIUS.

       My horse to yours, no.

       MARCIUS.

       ‘Tis done.

       LARTIUS.

       Agreed.

       [Enter a Messenger.]

       MARCIUS.

       Say, has our general met the enemy?

       MESSENGER.

       They lie in view; but have not spoke as yet.

       LARTIUS.

       So, the good horse is mine.

       MARCIUS.

       I’ll buy him of you.

       LARTIUS.

       No, I’ll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I will

       For half a hundred years.—Summon the town.

       MARCIUS.

       How far off lie these armies?

       MESSENGER.

       Within this mile and half.

       MARCIUS.

       Then shall we hear their ‘larum, and they ours.—

       Now, Mars, I pr’ythee, make us quick in work,

       That we with smoking swords may march from hence

       To help our fielded friends!—Come, blow thy blast.

       [They sound a parley. Enter, on the Walls, some Senators and others.]

       Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls?

       FIRST SENATOR.

       No, nor a man that fears you less than he,

       That’s lesser than a little.

       [Drum afar off]

       Hark, our drums

       Are bringing forth our youth! we’ll break our walls

       Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates,

       Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn’d with rushes;

       They’ll open of themselves.

       [Alarum far off.]

       Hark you far off!

       There is Aufidius; list what work he makes

       Amongst your cloven army.

       MARCIUS.

       O, they are at it!

       LARTIUS.

       Their noise be our instruction.—Ladders, ho!

       [The Volsces enter and pass over.]

       MARCIUS.

       They fear us not, but issue forth their city.

       Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight

       With hearts more proof than shields.—Advance, brave Titus:

       They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts,

       Which makes me sweat with wrath.—Come on, my fellows:

       He that retires, I’ll take him for a Volsce,

       And he shall feel mine edge.

       [Alarums, and exeunt Romeans and Volsces fighting. Romans are beaten back to their trenches. Re-enter MARCIUS.]

       MARCIUS.

       All the contagion of the south light on you,

       You shames of Rome!—you herd of—Boils and plagues

       Plaster you o’er, that you may be abhorr’d

       Farther than seen, and one infect another

       Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese

       That bear the shapes of men, how have you run

       From slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell!

       All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale

       With flight and agued fear! Mend, and charge home,

       Or, by the fires of heaven, I’ll leave the foe

       And make my wars on you: look to’t: come on;

       If you’ll stand fast we’ll beat them to their wives,

       As they us to our trenches.

       [Another alarum. The Volsces and Romans re-enter, and the fight is renewed. The Volsces retire into Corioli, and MARCIUS follows them to the gates.]

       So, now the gates are ope:—now prove good seconds:

       ‘Tis for the followers fortune widens them,

       Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like.

       [He enters the gates]

       FIRST SOLDIER.

       Foolhardiness: not I.

       SECOND SOLDIER.

       Nor I.

       [MARCIUS is shut in.]

       FIRST SOLDIER.

       See, they have shut him in.

       ALL.

       To th’ pot, I warrant him.

       [Alarum continues]

       [Re-enter TITUS LARTIUS.]

       LARTIUS.

       What is become of Marcius?

       ALL.

       Slain, sir, doubtless.

       FIRST SOLDIER.

       Following the fliers at the very heels,

       With them he enters; who, upon the sudden,

       Clapp’d-to their gates: he is himself alone,

       To answer all the city.

       LARTIUS.

       O noble fellow!

       Who sensible, outdares his senseless sword,

       And when it bows stands up! Thou art left, Marcius:

       A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,

       Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier

       Even to Cato’s wish, not fierce and terrible

       Only in strokes; but with thy grim looks and

       The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds

       Thou mad’st thine enemies shake, as if the world

       Were feverous and did tremble.

       [Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy.]

       FIRST SOLDIER.

       Look, sir.

       LARTIUS.

       O, ‘tis Marcius!

       Let’s fetch him off, or make remain alike.

       [They fight, and all enter the city.]

       SCENE V. Within Corioli. A street.

       [Enter certain Romans, with spoils.]

       FIRST ROMAN.

       This will I carry to Rome.

       SECOND ROMAN.