TPTT The Tragedy of Coriolanus: ACT I
Introduction
ACT I
SCENE I. Rome. A street.
SCENE II. Corioli. The Senate-house.
SCENE III. Rome. A room in Marcius' house.
SCENE IV. Before Corioli.
SCENE V. Corioli. A street.
SCENE VI. Near the camp of Cominius.
SCENE VII. The gates of Corioli.
SCENE VIII. A field of battle.
SCENE IX. The Roman camp.
SCENE X. The camp of the Volsces.
ACT II
ACT III
ACT IV
ACT V
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SCENE V. Corioli. 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.
Alarum continues still afar off
Enter MARCIUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet
MARCIUS
      See here these movers that do prize their hours
5     At a crack'd drachm! 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!
      And hark, what noise the general makes! To him!
10    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
15    Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
      Thy exercise hath been too violent for
      A second course of fight.
MARCIUS
      Sir, praise me not;
      My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well:
20    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
25    Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,
      Prosperity be thy page!
MARCIUS
      Thy friend no less
      Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.
LARTIUS
      Thou worthiest Marcius!

Exit MARCIUS

30    Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
      Call thither all the officers o' the town,
      Where they shall know our mind: away!
Exeunt
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