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MARTIUS

Sir, praise me not.
My work hath not yet warmed me. Fare you well.
The blood I drop is rather physical

Than dangerous to me. To Aufidius thus
I will appear and fight.

LARTIUS
Now the fair goddess Fortune [20]
Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms
Misguide thy opposers’ swords! Bold gentleman,

Prosperity be thy page!

MARTIUS

Thy friend no less
Than those she placeth highest. So farewell.

LARTIUS
Thou worthiest Martius. [25]
Exit Martius.

Go sound thy trumpet in the market-place.
Call thither all the officers o’th’town,
Where they shall know our mind. Away!
Exeunt.

Scene VI IT

Enter Cominius, as it were in retire, with Soldiers.

COMINIUS
Breathe you, my friends. Well fought! We are come off
Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands

Nor cowardly in retire. Believe me, sirs,
We shall be charged again. Whiles we have struck,
By interims and conveying gusts we have heard [5]
The charges of our friends. The Roman gods
Lead their successes as we wish our own,