At a poor man's house; he us'd me kindly:
He cried to me; I saw him prisoner; 84
But then Aufidius was within my view,
And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you
To give my poor host freedom.
Com. O! well begg'd!
Were he the butcher of my son, he should 88
Be free as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus.
Lart. Martius, his name?
Cor. By Jupiter! forgot.
I am weary; yea, my memory is tir'd.
Have we no wine here?
Com. Go we to our tent: 92
The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time
It should be look'd to: come. Exeunt.
Scene Ten
[The Camp of the Volsces]
A Flourish. Cornets. Enter Tullus Aufidius, bloody, with two or three Soldiers.
Auf. The town is ta'en!
Sol. 'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition.
Auf. Condition!
I would I were a Roman; for I cannot, 4
Being a Volsce, be that I am. Condition!
What good condition can a treaty find
I' the part that is at mercy? Five times, Martius,
I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat me, 8
And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter
As often as we eat. By th' elements,
2 condition: terms
5 that: what
7 I': from the point of view of
