9 No, I'll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I will 10 For half a hundred years. Summon the town.
11 How far off lie these armies?
12 Within this mile and half.
13 Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours. 14 Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work, 15 That we with smoking swords may march from hence, 16 To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast. 17 Tutus Aufidius, is he within your walls?
18 No, nor a man that fears you less than he, 19 That's lesser than a little. Drums afar off 20 Hark! our drums 21 Are bringing forth our youth. We'll break our walls, 22 Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates, 23 Which yet seem shut, we, have but pinn'd with rushes; 24 They'll open of themselves. Alarum afar off 25 Hark you. far off! 26 There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes 27 Amongst your cloven army.
28 O, they are at it!
29 Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, ho!
Enter the army of the Volsces
30 They fear us not, but issue forth their city. 31 Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight 32 With hearts more proof than shields. Advance, 33 brave Titus: 34 They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, 35 Which makes me sweat with wrath. Come on, my fellows: 36 He that retires I'll take him for a Volsce, 37 And he shall feel mine edge.
38 All the contagion of the south light on you, 39 You shames of Rome! you herd of--Boils and plagues 40 Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd 41 Further than seen and one infect another 42 Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese, 43 That bear the shapes of men, how have you run 44 From slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell! 45 All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale 46 With flight and agued fear! Mend and charge home, 47 Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe 48 And make my wars on you: look to't: come on; 49 If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives, 50 As they us to our trenches followed. 51 So, now the gates are ope: now prove good seconds: 52 'Tis for the followers fortune widens them, 53 Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like.
Enters the gates
54 Fool-hardiness; not I.
55 Nor I.
MARCIUS is shut in
56 See, they have shut him in.
57 To the pot, I warrant him.
Re-enter TITUS LARTIUS
58 What is become of Marcius?
59 Slain, sir, doubtless.
60 Following the fliers at the very heels, 61 With them he enters; who, upon the sudden, 62 Clapp'd to their gates: he is himself alone, 63 To answer all the city.
64 O noble fellow! 65 Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword, 66 And, when it bows, stands up. Thou art left, Marcius: 67 A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art, 68 Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier 69 Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible 70 Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks and 71 The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds, 72 Thou madst thine enemies shake, as if the world 73 Were feverous and did tremble.
Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy
74 Look, sir.
75 O,'tis Marcius! 76 Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.