_Enter certain_ Romans, _with spoils_.
_First Rom._ This will I carry to Rome.
_Sec. Rom._ And I this.
_Third Rom._ A murrain on't! I took this for silver.
[_Alarum continues still afar off._
_Enter_ MARCIUS _and_ TITUS LARTIUS _with a trumpet_.[2661]
_Mar._ See here these movers that do prize their hours[2662]
At a crack'd drachma! Cushions, leaden spoons,[2663] 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![2664]
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[2665]
To help Cominius.
_Lart._ Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
Thy exercise hath been too violent[2666] 15
For a second course of fight.[2666]
_Mar._ 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[2667][2668]
I will appear, and fight.[2667]
_Lart._ Now the fair goddess, Fortune, 20
Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,[2669]
Prosperity be thy page!
_Mar._ Thy friend no less
Than those she placeth highest! So farewell.[2670]
_Lart._ Thou worthiest Marcius! [_Exit Marcius._[2671] 25
Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;[2672]
Call thither all the officers o' the town,[2673]
Where they shall know our mind. Away! [_Exeunt._