Coriolanus by William Shakespeare
Act 1 - Scene 5
Corioli. A street.
First Roman : This will I carry to Rome.
Second Roman : And I this.
Third Roman : A murrain on't! I took this for silver.
Coriolanus : See here these movers that do prize their hours
[p]At a crack'd
drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons,
[p]Irons of a doit, doublets that
hangmen would
[p]Bury with those that wore them, these base
slaves,
[p]Ere yet the fight be done, pack up: down with them!
[p]And
hark, what noise the general makes! To him!
[p]There is the man of my
soul's hate, Aufidius,
[p]Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus,
take
[p]Convenient numbers to make good the city;
[p]Whilst I, with
those that have the spirit, will haste
[p]To help Cominius.
Titus Lartius : Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
[p]Thy exercise hath been too violent
for
[p]A second course of fight.
Coriolanus : Sir, praise me not;
[p]My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you
well:
[p]The blood I drop is rather physical
[p]Than dangerous to me:
to Aufidius thus
[p]I will appear, and fight.
Titus Lartius : Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
[p]Fall deep in love with thee; and her
great charms
[p]Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold
gentleman,
[p]Prosperity be thy page!
Coriolanus : Thy friend no less
[p]Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.
Titus Lartius : Thou worthiest CORIOLANUS!
[p][Exit CORIOLANUS]
[p]Go, sound thy
trumpet in the market-place;
[p]Call thither all the officers o' the
town,
[p]Where they shall know our mind: away!
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