coriolanus(科利奥兰纳斯)-第4章
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VALERIA。 Fie; you confine yourself most unreasonably; come; you
must go visit the good lady that lies in。 VIRGILIA。 I will wish her
speedy strength; and visit her with my prayers; but I cannot go thither。
VOLUMNIA。 Why; I pray you? VIRGILIA。 'Tis not to save labour; nor
that I want love。 VALERIA。 You would be another Penelope; yet they say
all the yarn she spun in Ulysses' absence did but fill Ithaca full of moths。
Come; I would your cambric were sensible as your finger; that you might
leave pricking it for pity。 Come; you shall go with us。 VIRGILIA。 No;
good madam; pardon me; indeed I will not forth。 VALERIA。 In truth; la;
go with me; and I'll tell you excellent news of your husband。 VIRGILIA。
O; good madam; there can be none yet。 VALERIA。 Verily; I do not jest
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with you; there came news from him last night。 VIRGILIA。 Indeed;
madam? VALERIA。 In earnest; it's true; I heard a senator speak it。 Thus it
is: the Volsces have an army forth; against whom Cominius the general is
gone; with one part of our Roman power。 Your lord and Titus Lartius are
set down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt prevailing and to
make it brief wars。 This is true; on mine honour; and so; I pray; go with us。
VIRGILIA。 Give me excuse; good madam; I will obey you in everything
hereafter。 VOLUMNIA。 Let her alone; lady; as she is now; she will but
disease our better mirth。 VALERIA。 In troth; I think she would。 Fare you
well; then。 Come; good sweet lady。 Prithee; Virgilia; turn thy solemness
out o' door and go along with us。 VIRGILIA。 No; at a word; madam;
indeed I must not。 I wish you much mirth。 VALERIA。 Well then; farewell。
Exeunt
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SCENE IV。 Before Corioli
Enter MARCIUS; TITUS LARTIUS; with drum and colours; with
CAPTAINS and soldiers。 To them a MESSENGER
MARCIUS。 Yonder comes news; a wager… they have met。 LARTIUS。
My horse to yours… no。 MARCIUS。 'Tis done。 LARTIUS。 Agreed。
MARCIUS。 Say; has our general met the enemy? MESSENGER。 They lie
in view; but have not spoke as yet。 LARTIUS。 So; the good horse is mine。
MARCIUS。 I'll buy him of you。 LARTIUS。 No; I'll nor sell nor give him;
lend you him I will For half a hundred years。 Summon the town。
MARCIUS。 How far off lie these armies? MESSENGER。 Within this mile
and half。 MARCIUS。 Then shall we hear their 'larum; and they ours。 Now;
Mars; I prithee; make us quick in work; That we with smoking swords
may march from hence To help our fielded friends! Come; blow thy blast。
They sound a parley。 Enter two SENATORS with others; on the walls
of Corioli
Tullus Aufidius; is he within your walls? FIRST SENATOR。 No; nor
a man that fears you less than he: That's lesser than a little。 'Drum afar off'
Hark; our drums Are bringing forth our youth。 We'll break our walls
Rather than they shall pound us up; our gates; Which yet seem shut; we
have but pinn'd with rushes; They'll open of themselves。 'Alarum far off'
Hark you far off! There is Aufidius。 List what work he makes Amongst
your cloven army。 MARCIUS。 O; they are at it! LARTIUS。 Their noise be
our instruction。 Ladders; ho!
Enter the army of the Volsces
MARCIUS。 They fear us not; but issue forth their city。 Now put your
shields before your hearts; and fight With hearts more proof than shields。
Advance; brave Titus。 They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts;
Which makes me sweat with wrath。 Come on; my fellows。 He that retires;
I'll take him for a Volsce; And he shall feel mine edge。
Alarum。 The Romans are beat back to their trenches。 Re…enter
MARCIUS; cursing
MARCIUS。 All the contagion of the south light on you; You shames
of Rome! you herd of… Boils and plagues Plaster you o'er; that you may be
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abhorr'd Farther than seen; and one infect another Against the wind a mile!
You souls of geese That bear the shapes of men; how have you run From
slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell! All hurt behind! Backs red;
and faces pale With flight and agued fear! Mend and charge home; Or; by
the fires of heaven; I'll leave the foe And make my wars on you。 Look to't。
Come on; If you'll stand fast we'll beat them to their wives; As they us to
our trenches。 Follow me。
Another alarum。 The Volsces fly; and MARCIUS follows them to the
gates
So; now the gates are ope; now prove good seconds; 'Tis for the
followers fortune widens them; Not for the fliers。 Mark me; and do the
like。
'MARCIUS enters the gates'
FIRST SOLDIER。 Fool…hardiness; not I。 SECOND SOLDIER。 Not I。
'MARCIUS is shut in' FIRST SOLDIER。 See; they have shut him in。 ALL。
To th' pot; I warrant him。 'Alarum continues'
Re…enter TITUS LARTIUS
LARTIUS。 What is become of Marcius? ALL。 Slain; sir; doubtless。
FIRST SOLDIER。 Following the fliers at the very heels; With them he
enters; who; upon the sudden; Clapp'd to their gates。 He is himself alone;
To answer all the city。 LARTIUS。 O noble fellow! Who sensibly outdares
his senseless sword; And when it bows stand'st up。 Thou art left; Marcius;
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。
Re…enter MARCIUS; bleeding; assaulted by the enemy
FIRST SOLDIER。 Look; sir。 LARTIUS。 O; 'tis Marcius! Let's fetch
him off; or make remain alike。 'They fight; and all enter the city'
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SCENE V。 Within Corioli。 A street
Enter certain Romans; with spoils
FIRST ROMAN。 This will I carry to Rome。 SECOND ROMAN。 And
I this。 THIRD ROMAN。 A murrain on 't! I took this for silver。 'Alarum
continues still afar off'
Enter MARCIUS and TITUS LARTIUS With a trumpeter
MARCIUS。 See here these movers that do prize their hours At a
crack'd drachma! Cushions; leaden spoons; Irons of a doit; doublets that
hangmen would Bury with those that wore them; these base slaves; Ere yet
the fight be done; pack up。 Down with them! Exeunt pillagers And hark;
what noise the general makes! To him! There is the man of my soul's hate;
Aufidius; Piercing our Romans; then; valiant Titus; take Convenient
numbers to make good the city; Whilst I; with those that have the spirit;
will haste To help Cominius。 LARTIUS。 Worthy sir; thou bleed'st; Thy
exercise hath been too violent For a second course of fight。 MARCIUS。
Sir; praise me not; My work hath yet not warm'd me。 Fare you well; The
blood I drop is rather physical Than dangerous to me。 To Aufidius thus I
will appear; and fight。 LARTIUS。 Now the fair goddess; Fortune; Fall
deep in love with thee; and her great charms Misguide thy opposers'
swords! Bold gentleman; Prosperity be thy pa