Enter certain Romans, with spoilsFirst Roman
This will I carry to Rome.Second Roman
And I this.Third Roman
A murrain on′t! I took this for silver.MARCIUS
Alarum continues still afar off
Enter MARCIUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet
See here these movers that do prize their hoursLARTIUS
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!
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.
Worthy sir, thou bleed′st;MARCIUS
Thy exercise hath been too violent for
A second course of fight.
Sir, praise me not;LARTIUS
My work hath yet not warm′d me: fare you well:
The blood I drop is rather physical
Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus
I will appear, and fight.
Now the fair goddess, Fortune,MARCIUS
Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
Misguide thy opposers′ swords! Bold gentleman,
Prosperity be thy page!
Thy friend no lessLARTIUS
Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.
Thou worthiest Marcius!
Exit MARCIUSGo, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
Call thither all the officers o′ the town,
Where they shall know our mind: away!
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