Near the camp of Cominius.
Enter COMINIUS, as it were in retire, with soldiers
Breathe you, my friends: well fought;
we are come off
Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,
5We shall be charged again. Whiles we have struck,
By interims and conveying gusts we have heard
The charges of our friends. Ye Roman gods!
Lead their successes as we wish our own,
That both our powers, with smiling
May give you thankful sacrifice.
Enter a Messenger
The citizens of Corioli have issued,
And given to Lartius and to Martius battle:
15I saw our party to their trenches driven,
And then I came away.
Though thou speak’st truth,
Methinks thou speak’st not well.
How long is’t since?
20Above an hour, my lord.