Cor. I' the city of kites and crows. 3 Serv. I' the city of kites and crows-What an ass it is!-Then thou dwell'st with daws too? 261 Cor. No, I serve not thy master. 3 Serv. How, sir! Do you meddle with my master? Cor. Ay; 'tis an honester service, than to meddle with thy mistress: Thou prat'st, and prat'st; serve with thy trencher, [Beats him away. hence! Enter AUFIDIUS, with the Second Serving-Man. Auf. Where is this fellow ? 2 Serv. Here, sir; I'd have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the lords within. Auf. Whence comest thou ? what wouldest thou ? Thy name? 270 Why speak'st not? Speak, man: What's thy name? Cor. If, Tullus, Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not Think me for the man I am, necessity Commands me name myself. Auf. What is thy name? Cor. A name unmusical to the Volsces' ears, Auf. Say, what's thy name? 280 Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown: Know'st thou me yet? : Auf. 1 Auf. I know thee not: -Thy name? To thee particularly, and to all the Volsces, And witness of the malice and displeasure 290 Which thou shouldst bear me, only that name re mains: The cruelty and envy of the people, Permitted by our dastard nobles, who Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest; Whoop'd out Rome. Now, this extremity Hath brought me to thy hearth; Not out of hope, Mistake me not, to save my life; for if 300 I would have 'voided thee: but in mere spite, Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims straight, And make my misery serve thy turn; so use it, As benefits to thee; for I will fight 310 Against my canker'd country with the spleen K of Of all the under fiends. But if so be Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more fortunes Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, I also am Longer to live most weary, and present My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice : Which not to cut, would shew thee but a fool; Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate, Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast, 320 It be to do thee service. Auf. O Marcius, Marcius, Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and say, 'Tis true; I'd not believe them more than thee, All noble Marcius. Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against As hotly and as nobly with thy love, Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee, We We have a power on foot; and I had purpose 340 cius, Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all From twelve to seventy; and, pouring war 350 Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome, Like a bold flood o'er-beat. O, come, go in, And take our friendly senators by the hands; Though not for Rome itself. Cor. You bless me, Gods! Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have The leading of thine own revenges, take ways: Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, To fright them, ere destroy. But come in: Let me commend thee first to those, that shall And more a friend than e'er an enemy; Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand: Most welcome! [Exeunt. 1 Serv. Here's a strange alteration! 370 2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a false report of him. 1 Serv. What an arm he has! He turn'd me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top. 2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him: He had, sir, a kind of face, methought-I cannot tell how to term it. 379 1 Serv. He had so; looking, as it were-'Would I were hang'd, but I thought there was more in him than I could think. 2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn: He is simply the rarest man i' the world. 1 Serv. I think, he is: but a greater soldier than he, you wot one. 2 Serv. Who? my master? 1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that. 2 Serv. Worth six of him. 1 Serv. Nay, not so neither: but I take him to be the greater soldier. 391 2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that: for the defence of a town, our general is excellent, 1 Serv. |