Coriolanus


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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.
murrain (n.) plague, pestilence See Topics: Swearing

Alarum continues still afar off

Enter Martius and Titus Lartius with a Trumpeter


MARTIUS

See here these movers that do prize their hours
mover (n.) active fellow, operator
prize (v.) 1 esteem, value, hold
still (adv.) 2 ever, now [as before]

At a cracked drachma. Cushions, leaden spoons,

Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
doit (n.) [small Dutch coin = half an English farthing] trivial sum, worthless amount, trifle See Topics: Money
iron (n.) 1 iron weapon, steel, sword

Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves,

Ere yet the fight be done, pack up. Down with them!
base (adj.) 1 dishonourable, low, unworthy See Topics: Frequency count

Exeunt spoilers

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,
make good 3 hold, secure, make sure of

Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste

To help Cominius.


LARTIUS

                         Worthy sir, thou bleed'st.

Thy exercise hath been too violent

For a second course of fight.
course (n.) 3 bout, engagement, encounter


MARTIUS

                         Sir, praise me not.

My work hath yet not warmed me. Fare you well.

The blood I drop is rather physical
physical (adj.) medicinal, therapeutic, restorative

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
charm (n.) 1 magic spell, enchantment

Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,

Prosperity be thy page!
prosperity (n.) success, good fortune


MARTIUS

                         Thy friend no less

Than those she placeth highest. So farewell.


LARTIUS

Thou worthiest Martius!

Exit Martius

Go sound thy trumpet in the market-place.

Call thither all the officers o'th' town,

Where they shall know our mind. Away!

Exeunt

 
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