Halloo me like a hare.
Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus, 8
Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
And made what work I pleas'd; 'tis not my blood
Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge
Wrench up thy power to the highest.
Auf. Wert thou the Hector 13
That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny,
Thou shouldst not 'scape me here.
Here they fight, and certain Volsces come in the aid of Aufidius. Martius fights till they be driven in breathless.
Officious, and not valiant, you have sham'd me
In your condemned seconds. 16
Scene Nine
[The Roman Camp]
Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work,
Thou 't not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it
Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles,
Where great patricians shall attend and shrug, 4
I' the end, admire; where ladies shall be frighted,
And, gladly quak'd, hear more; where the dull Tribunes,
That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours,
Shall say, against their hearts, 8
13 whip . . . progeny; cf. n.
16 condemned seconds: despised efforts at assistance
4 attend: give attention
shrug: express inability to believe
6 quak'd: fearful
