At Antium.

How often he had met you, sword to sword;
That of all things upon the earth he hated
Your person most, that he would pawn his fortunes
To hopeless restitution, so he might
Be call'd your vanquisher.

He did, my lord.

On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse
Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely
Yielded the town: he is retired to Antium.

He had, my lord; and that it was which caused
Our swifter composition.

Marcius, his name?

I shall, my lord.

O general,
Here is the steed, we the caparison:
Hadst thou beheld--

Hence, and shut your gates upon's.
Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us.

So, let the ports be guarded: keep your duties,
As I have set them down. If I do send, dispatch
Those centuries to our aid: the rest will serve
For a short holding: if we lose the field,
We cannot keep the town.

Thou worthiest Marcius!
Exit MARCIUS
Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
Call thither all the officers o' the town,
Where they shall know our mind: away!

Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,
Prosperity be thy page!

Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
Thy exercise hath been too violent for
A second course of fight.

O,'tis Marcius!
Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.

O noble fellow!
Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword,
And, when it bows, stands 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 ...

What is become of Marcius?

Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, ho!

No, I'll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I will
For half a hundred years. Summon the town.

So, the good horse is mine.

Agreed.

My horse to yours, no.