_Mar._ Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours. Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work, 10 That we with smoking swords may march from hence, To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast. _They sound a parley. Enter two_ Senators _with others, on the walls_.[2633] Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls?[2634][2635] _First Sen._ No, nor a man that fears you less than he,[2636] That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums[2637] 15 [_Drum afar off._ Are bringing forth our youth! we'll break our walls, Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates,[2638] Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn'd with rushes; They'll open of themselves. Hark you, far off! [_Alarum far off._ There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes[2634] 20 Amongst your cloven army. _Mar._ O, they are at it! _Lart._ Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, ho! _Enter the army of the_ Volsces.[2639] _Mar._ They fear us not, but issue forth their city.[2640] Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight With hearts more proof than shields. Advance, brave Titus:[2641] 25 They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, Which makes me sweat with wrath. Come on, my fellows:[2642] He that retires, I'll take him for a Volsce,[2643] And he shall feel mine edge. _Alarum._ _The_ Romans _are beat back to their trenches. Re-enter_ MARCIUS, _cursing_.[2644] _Mar._ All the contagion of the south light on you,[2645] 30 You shames of Rome! you herd of--Boils and plagues[2646] Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr'd Farther than seen, and one infect another Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese, That bear the shapes of men, how have you run 35 From slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell! All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale With flight and agued fear! Mend, and charge home, Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe, And make my wars on you: look to 't: come on; 40 If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives,[2647] As they us to our trenches followed.[2647][2648] _Another alarum. The_ Volsces _fly, and_ MARCIUS _follows them to the gates_.[2649] So, now the gates are ope: now prove good seconds: 'Tis for the followers fortune widens them, Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like. 45 [_Enters the gates._[2650] _First Sol._ Fool-hardiness; not I. _Sec. Sol._ Nor I. [_Marcius is shut in._[2651] _First Sol._ See, they have shut him in.