Act I, Scene 5

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 CORIOLANUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet]

• Coriolanus. See here these movers that do prize their hours
  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! 580
  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 585
  To help Cominius.

• Titus Lartius. Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
  Thy exercise hath been too violent for
  A second course of fight.

• Coriolanus. Sir, praise me not; 590
  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.

• Titus Lartius. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, 595
  Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
  Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,
  Prosperity be thy page!

• Coriolanus. Thy friend no less
  Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell. 600

• Titus Lartius. Thou worthiest CORIOLANUS!
  [Exit CORIOLANUS]
  Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
  Call thither all the officers o' the town,
  Where they shall know our mind: away! 605

[Exeunt]