_All._ To the pot, I warrant him. [_Alarum continues._ _Re-enter_ TITUS LARTIUS.[2652] _Lart._ What is become of Marcius? _All._ Slain, sir, doubtless. _First Sol._ Following the fliers at the very heels, 50 With them he enters; who, upon the sudden, Clapp'd to their gates: he is himself alone,[2653] To answer all the city. _Lart._ O noble fellow! Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword,[2654] And, when it bows, stands up! Thou art left, Marcius:[2655] 55 A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art, Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier[2656] Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible[2657] Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks and The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,[2658] 60 Thou madest thine enemies shake, as if the world Were feverous and did tremble. _Re-enter_ MARCIUS, _bleeding, assaulted by the enemy_.[2659] _First Sol._ Look, sir. _Lart._ O, 'tis Marcius! Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. [_They fight, and all enter the city._ SCENE V. _Within Corioli. A street._[2660] _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]