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  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]

  MARCIUS. See here these movers that do prize their hours

    At a crack'd 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!

    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.

  MARCIUS. 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

    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!

  MARCIUS. Thy friend no less

    Than those she placeth highest! So farewell.

  LARTIUS. Thou worthiest Marcius! Exit MARCIUS

    Go sound thy trumpet in the market-place;

    Call thither all the officers o' th' town,

    Where they shall know our mind. Away! Exeunt