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Fie, you confine yourself
most unreasonably.
- I cannot go hither.
- O you would be another Penelope.
Yet they say, all the yarn she spun
in Ulysses' absence
did but fill Ithaca full of moths.
No, good sir. Pardon me.
Indeed, I will not forth.
Go with me, and I'll tell you
excellent news of your husband.
No, good sir,
there can be none yet.
- There came news from him last night.
- Indeed?
Your lord and Titus Lartius are set down
before the Volscian city of Carioles.
They nothing doubt prevailing,
and to make it brief wars.
This is true, on mine honor.
So, I pray, go out with us.
Give me excuse, good sir.
I will obey you in everything hereafter.
Let her alone. As she is now,
she will but disease our better mirth.
- What is become of Martius?
- Slain, sir, doubtless.
He is himself alone,
to answer all the city.
Thou art lost, Martius.
Who's yonder,
that does appear as he were flayed?
O gods! He has the stamp of Martius.
Come I too late?!
Come I too late?!
Aye, if you come not in the blood
of others, but mantled in your own.
Let me hold you in arms
as sound as when I wooed,
our nuptial day was done.
There is the man of my soul's hate.
Aufidius, piercing our Romans.
Worthy sir, thou bleeds.
Thy exercise has been too violent
Sir, praise me not.
My work hath not yet warmed me.
The blood I drop is more
medicinal than dangerous to me.
To Aufidius thus
I will appear and fight.
If any such be here,
as it were sin to doubt,
that love this painting
wherein you see me smeared,
if any fear lesser his person
than an ill report,
outweighs bad life,
and that his country
is dearer than himself,
let him alone, or so many so minded
wave thus, to express his disposition,
and follow Martius!
O... me alone.
Make you a sword of me!
Oi!
Advance, brave Titus!
Away!
Come! Come!
I'll fight with none but thee,
for I do hate thee.
We hate alike.
Five times, Martius,
I have fought with thee.
So often has thou beat me,
and would do so, I fear,
should we encounter as often as we eat.
For where I thought to crush him
in an equal force,
true sword to sword,
I'll potch at him some way.
Or wrath or craft may get him.
He's the devil.
Bolder, though not so subtle.
Nor sleep, nor sanctuary,
being naked, sick,
the prayers of priests,
nor times of sacrifice
shall lift up their rotten
privilege and custom
against my hate to Martius.
Where I find him, were it at home,
upon my brother's guard,
even there, will I wash
my fierce hand in his heart.
Honorable Menenius!
My boy, Martius, approaches.
For the love of Juno, let's go.
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