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As benefits to thee; for I will fight
O Marcius, Marcius,
Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,
You bless me, Gods!
And more a friend than e'er an enemy;
[Exeunt Coriolanus and Aufidius. 1 Serv. [Advancing.] Here's a strange alteration!
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 Sero. 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. 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 Sero. Who? my master?
1 Serv. Nay, not so neither; but I take him to be the greater soldier.
2 Sero. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that: for the defence of a town, our general is excele lent. 1 Serv, Ay, and for an assault too.
Re-enter third Servant. 3 Serv. O, slaves, I can tell you news; news, you rascals.
1 2 Serv. What, what, what? let's partake.
3 Serv. I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as lieve be a condemn'd man.
1 2 Serv. Wherefore? wherefore?
3 Serv. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our general, Caius Marcius.
i Serv. Why do you say, thwack our general ?
3 Serv. I do not say, thwack our general; but he was always good enough for him.
2 Sero. Come, we are fellows, and friends: he was ever too hard for him; I have heard him say so himself.
i Serv. He was too hard for him directly, to say the truth on't: before Corioli, he scotch'd him and notch'd him like a carbonado.
2 Serv. An he had been cannibally given, he might have broil'd and eaten him too.
| Serv. But, more of thy news?
3 Serv. Why, he is so made on here within, as if if he were son and heir to Mars: set at upper end o' the table: no question ask'd him by any of the senators, but they stand bald before him: Our general himself makes a mistress of him; sanctifies himself with's hand 55, and turns up the white o'the eye to his discourse. But the bottom of the news is, our general is cut i' the middle, and but one half of what he
was yesterday: for the other has half, by the entreaty and grant of the whole table. He'll go,
and sowle 56 the porter of Rome gates by the ears : He will mow down all before him, and leave his
passage poll'd. : 2 Sero. And he's as like to do't, as any man I can imagine.
3 Serv. Do't? he will do't: For, look you, sir, he has as many friends as enemies: which friends, sir, (as it were,) durst not (look you, sir,) show themselves (as we term it,) his friends, whilst he's in die rectitude.
i Serv. Directitude! What's that?
3 Serv. But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again, and the man in blood, they will out of their burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with him.
1 Serv. But when goes this forward?
3 Serv. To-morrow; to-day; presently. You shall have the drum struck up this afternoon: 'tis, as it were, a parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.
2 Serv. Why, then we shall have a stirring world again. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers.
i Serv. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mullid, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children, than wars a destroyer of men.