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Ere yet the fight be done, pack up :-Down with

them. And hark, what noise the general makes!

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;
Thy exercise hath been too violent for
A second course of fight.

Sir, praise me not:
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.

LART. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman, Prosperity be thy page! MAR.

Thy friend no less Than those she placeth highest ! So, farewell. LART. Thou worthiest Marcius!

[Exit MARCIUS. Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place; Call thither all the officers of the town, Where they shall know our mind : Away,

[Exeunt. Than dangerous to me: To Aufidius thus I will appear, and

fight. Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune,] The metre being here violated, I think we might safely read with Sir T. Hanmer (omitting the words to me :)

Than dangerous : To Aufidius thus will I
Appear, and fight.

Now the fair goddess, Fortune., STEEVENS.

Near the Camp of Cominius.
Enter Cominius and Forces, retreating.
Com. Breathe you, my friends; well fought: we

are come off
Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,
We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have struck,
By interims, and conveying gusts, we have heard
The charges of our friends : The Roman gods,
Lead their successes as we wish our own ;?
That both our powers, with smiling fronts encoun.


Enter a Messenger.
May give you thankful sacrifice !—Thy news ?

Mess. The citizens of Corioli have issued,
And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle:
I saw our party to their trenches driven,
And then I came away.

Though thou speak'st truth, Methinks, thou speak’st not well. How long is't

since ? Mess. Above an hour, my lord. Com. 'Tis not a mile ; briefly we heard their


- The Roman gods,

Lead their successes as we wish our own ;] Roman gods, &c. MALONE.

i. e. May the

How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour, 8
And bring thy news so late?.

Spies of the Volces
Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel
Three or four miles about; else had I, sir,
Half an hour since brought my report.

Enter Marcius.


Who's yonder, That does appear as he were flay'd ? O gods ! He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have Before-time seen him thus. MAR.

Come I too late? Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a

tabor, More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue From every meaner man's.

o confound an hour,] Confound is here used not in its common acceptation, but in the sense of—to expend. Conterere tempus. MALONE. So, in King Henry IV. P. I. Act I. sc. iii: “ He did con found the best part of an hour," &c.

STEEVENS. 9 From every meaner man’s.] [Old copy—meaner man.] That is, from that of every meaner man. This kind of phraseology is found in many places in these plays; and as the peculiarities of our author, or rather the language of his age, ought to be scrupulously attended to, Hanmer and the subsequent editors who read here—every meaner man's, ought not in my apprehension to be followed, though we should now write so. :

MALONE. When I am certified that this, and many corresponding offences against grammar, were common to the writers of our author's age, I shall not persevere in correcting them. But while I suspect (as in the present instance) that such irregularities were the gibberish of a theatre, or the blunders of a transcriber, I shall MAR.

Come I too late?
Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
But mantled in your own.

O! let me clip you
In arms as sound, as when I woo'd ; in heart
As merry, as when our nuptial day was done,
And tapers burn'd to bedward.
сом. .

Flower of warriors, How is't with Titus Lartius?

MAR. As with a man busied about decrees : Condemning some to death, and some to exile; Ransoming him, or pitying,' threat’ning the other; Holding Corioli in the name of Rome, Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, To let him slip at will. COM.

Where is that slave, Which told me they had beat you to your trenches? Where is he? Call him hither. MAR.

Let him alone, He did inform the truth: But for our gentlemen, The common file, (A plague!—Tribunes forthem!).


forbear to set nonsense before my readers ; especially when it can be avoided by the insertion of a single letter, which indeed might have dropped out at the press. STEEVENS.

to bedward.] So, in Albumazar, 1615:
“ Sweats hourly for a dry brown crust to bedward."

STEEVENS Again, in Peacham's Complete Gentleman, 1627: “ Leaping, upon a full stomach, or to bedward, is very dangerous.

MALONE Again, in The Legend of Cardinal Lorraine, 1577, sign. G. 1:

They donsed also, lest so soon as their backs were turned to the courtward, and that they had given over the dealings in the affairs, there would come in infinite complaints." REED. Ransoming him, or pitying,] i.e. remitting his ransom.


The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat, as they did budge
From rascals worse than they.
Сом. .

But how prevail'd you? MAR. Will the time serve to tell ? I do not

thinkWhere is the enemy? Are you lords o'the field ? If not, why cease you till you are so ? COM.

Marcius, We have at disadvantage fought, and did Retire, to win our purpose. MAR. How lies their battle? Know you on which

side 3 They have plac'd their men of trust? COM.

As I guess, Marcius, Their bands in the vaward are the Antiates, Of their best trust: o'er them Aufidius, Their very heart of hope.


on which side &c.] So, in the old translation of Plutarch:

« Martius asked him howe the order of the enemies battell was, and on which side they had placed their best fighting men. The consul made him aunswer that he thought the bandes which were in the vaward of their battell, were those of the Antiates, whom they esteemed to be the warlikest men, and which for valiant corage would geve no place to any of the hoste of their enemies. Then prayed Martius to be set directly against them. The consul graunted him, greatly praysing his corage."

STEEVENS. -- Antiates,] The old copy reads Antients, which might mean veterans; but a following line, as well as the previous quotation, seems to prove-Antiates to be the proper reading :

“ Set me against Aufidius and his Antiates." Our author employs—Antiates as a trisyllable, as if it had been written-Antiats. STEEVENS.

Mr. Pope made the correction. MALONE. 5 Their very heart of hope.] The same expression is found in Marlowe's Lust's Dominion :

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