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Scene IV IT
Enter Martius, Titus Lartius, with Drum and Colours, with Captains and
Soldiers, as before the city Corioles. To them a Messenger.
MARTIUS
Yonder comes news. A wager they have met.
LARTIUS
My horse to yours, no.
MARTIUS
’Tis done.
LARTIUS
Agreed.
MARTIUS
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.
MARTIUS
I’ll buy him of you. [5]
LARTIUS
No, I’ll nor sell nor give him. Lend you him I will
For half a hundred years. (To the trumpeter) Summon the town.
MARTIUS
How far off lie these armies?
