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The Tragedy of Coriolanus, I. v

Who, sensibly, outdares his senseless sword,

And, when it bows, stands up. Thou art left, Martius:

A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,

Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier

Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible

Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks and

The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,

Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world

Were feverous and did tremble.

1. Sol. Look, sir!

Lart. O! 'tis Martius!

Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.

They fight, and all enter the City.

1. Rom. This will I carry to Rome.

2. Rom. And I this.

3. Rom. A murrain on 't! I took this for silver.

Exeunt. Alarum continues still afar off.

Mar. See here these movers that do prize their hours

At a crack'd drachme! Cushions, leaden spoons,

 53 sensibly: though sensitive to pain

54 left: forsaken

57 Cato's wish; cf. n.

62 make alike: remain to share his fate  4 movers: cowards

5 drachme: drachma, small Greek coin of silver

