LARTIUS. O noble fellow, Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword, And when it bows, stand’st up! Thou art left, Martius. A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art, Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato’s wish, not fierce and terrible Only in strokes, but with thy grim looks and The thunderlike percussion of thy sounds Thou mad’st thine enemies shake, as if the world Were feverous and did tremble. Enter Martius, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy. FIRST SOLDIER. Look, sir. LARTIUS. O, ’tis Martius! Let’s fetch him off or make remain alike. [_They fight, and all enter the city._] SCENE V. Within Corioles. 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. Enter Martius and Titus Lartius with a Trumpet. MARTIUS. See here these movers that do prize their hours At a cracked drachma. Cushions, leaden spoons, 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! [_Exit the Romans with spoils._] [_Alarum continues still afar off._] 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, 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. MARTIUS. Sir, praise me not. My work hath yet not warmed me. Fare you well. The blood I drop is rather physical 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, Prosperity be thy page! MARTIUS. Thy friend no less Than those she placeth highest! So farewell. LARTIUS. Thou worthiest Martius! [_Exit Martius._] Go sound thy trumpet in the marketplace. Call thither all the officers o’ th’ town, Where they shall know our mind. Away! [_Exeunt._] SCENE VI. Near the camp of Cominius Enter Cominius as it were in retire, with Soldiers. COMINIUS. 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 charged 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 encount’ring, May give you thankful sacrifice! Enter a Messenger. Thy news? MESSENGER. The citizens of Corioles have issued, And given to Lartius and to Martius battle. I saw our party to their trenches driven, And then I came away. COMINIUS. Though thou speakest truth, Methinks thou speak’st not well. How long is’t since? MESSENGER. Above an hour, my lord.