If e'er again I meet him beard to beard,
He is mine, or I am his: mine emulation 12
Hath not that honour in 't it had; for where
I thought to crush him in an equal force—
True sword to sword—I'll potch at him some way
Or wrath or craft may get him.
Sol. He's the devil. 16
Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour's poison'd
With only suffering stain by him; for him
Shall fly out of itself. Nor sleep nor sanctuary,
Being naked, sick, nor fane nor Capitol, 20
The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice,
Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up
Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
My hate to Martius. Where I find him, were it 24
At home, upon my brother's guard, even there
Against the hospitable canon, would I
Wash my fierce hand in 's heart. Go you to the city;
Learn how 'tis held, and what they are that must 28
Be hostages for Rome.
Sol. Will not you go?
Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove: I pray you—
'Tis south the city mills—bring me word thither
How the world goes, that to the pace of it 32
I may spur on my journey.
Sol. I shall, sir. [Exeunt.]
15 potch: poke, thrust heedlessly
16 Or wrath: in which either wrath
22 Embarquements: embargoes, restraints
26 hospitable canon: law of hospitality
30 attended: awaited
