3 Condition! 4 I would I were a Roman; for I cannot, 5 Being a Volsce, be that I am. Condition! 6 What good condition can a treaty find 7 I' the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius, 8 I have fought with thee: so often hast thou beat me, 9 And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter 10 As often as we eat. By the elements, 11 If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, 12 He's mine, or I am his: mine emulation 13 Hath not that honour in't it had; for where 14 I thought to crush him in an equal force, 15 True sword to sword, I'll potch at him some way 16 Or wrath or craft may get him.
17 He's the devil.
18 Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour's poison'd 19 With only suffering stain by him; for him 20 Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep nor sanctuary, 21 Being naked, sick, nor fane nor Capitol, 22 The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice, 23 Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up 24 Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst 25 My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it 26 At home, upon my brother's guard, even there, 27 Against the hospitable canon, would I 28 Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to the city; 29 Learn how 'tis held; and what they are that must 30 Be hostages for Rome.
31 Will not you go?
32 I am attended at the cypress grove: I pray you-- 33 'Tis south the city mills--bring me word thither 34 How the world goes, that to the pace of it 35 I may spur on my journey.