MARTIUS
Yonder comes news. A wager they have met.
LARTIUS
My horse to yours, no.
MARTIUS
done.
LARTIUS
Agreed.
MARTIUS
Say, has our general met the enemy?
MESSENGER
They lie in view but have not spoke as yet.
LARTIUS
So the good horse is mine.
MARTIUS
I’ll buy him of you.
LARTIUS
No, I’ll nor sell nor give him. Lend you him I will
For half a hundred years.—Summon the town.
MARTIUS
How far off lie these armies?
MESSENGER
Within this mile and half.
MARTIUS
Then shall we hear their ’larum, and they ours.
Now, Mars, I , make us quick in work,
That we with smoking swords may march from
To help our fielded friends!—Come, blow blast.
MARTIUS
Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls?
FIRST SENATOR
No, nor a man that fears you less than he:
That’s lesser than a little.
Hark, our drums
Are bringing forth our youth. We’ll break our walls
Rather than they shall pound us up. Our gates,
Which yet seem shut, we have but pinned with rushes.
They’ll open of themselves.
Hark you, far off!
There is Aufidius. List what work he makes
Amongst your cloven army.
MARTIUS
O, they are at it!
LARTIUS
Their noise be our instruction.—Ladders, ho!
MARTIUS
They fear us not but issue forth their city.—
Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight
With hearts more proof than shields.—Advance, brave Titus.
They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts,
Which makes me sweat with wrath.—Come on, my fellows!
He that retires, I’ll take him for a Volsce,
And he shall feel mine edge.
MARTIUS
All the contagion of the south light on you,
You shames of Rome! You herd of—Boils and plagues
Plaster you , that you may be abhorred
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
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!
If you’ll stand fast we’ll beat them to their wives,
As they us to our trenches. Follow’s!
MARTIUS
So, now the gates are ope. Now prove good seconds!
for the followers fortune widens them,
Not for the fliers. Mark me, and do the like.
FIRST SOLDIER
Foolhardiness, not I.
SECOND SOLDIER
Nor I.
FIRST SOLDIER
See, they have shut him in.
ALL
To th’ pot, I warrant him.
LARTIUS
What is become of Martius?
ALL
Slain, sir, doubtless.
FIRST SOLDIER
Following the fliers at the very heels,
With them he enters, who upon the sudden
Clapped to their gates. He is himself alone,
To answer all the city.
LARTIUS
O noble fellow,
Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword,
And when it bows, stand’st up! art left, Martius.
A carbuncle entire, as big as art,
Were not so rich a jewel. wast a soldier
Even to Cato’s wish, not fierce and terrible
Only in strokes, but with grim looks and
The thunderlike percussion of sounds
mad’st enemies shake, as if the world
Were feverous and did tremble.
FIRST SOLDIER
Look, sir.
LARTIUS
O, Martius!
Let’s fetch him off or make remain alike.