| 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 |
| At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons, | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| 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. |
| LARTIUS | Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; | 15 |
| 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: |
| The blood I drop is rather physical | 20 |
| 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 |
| Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman, | 25 |
| Prosperity be thy page! |
| MARCIUS | Thy friend no less |
| Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell. |
| LARTIUS | Thou worthiest Marcius! |
[Exit MARCIUS] |
| Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place; | 30 |
| Call thither all the officers o' the town, |
| Where they shall know our mind: away! |
| [Exeunt] |
Shakespeare's Sources for Coriolanus