The Roman camp.
Flourish. Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Flourish. Enter, from one side, COMINIUS with the Romans; from the other side, MARTIUS, with his arm in a scarf
If I should tell thee o’er this thy day’s work,
Thou’ldst not believe thy deeds: but I’ll report it
Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles,
Where great patricians shall attend and shrug,
5I’ the end admire, where ladies shall be frighted,
And, gladly quaked, hear more; where the
That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours,
Shall say against their hearts ‘We thank the gods
10Our Rome hath such a soldier.’
Yet camest thou to a morsel of this feast,
Having fully dined before.
Enter TITUS LARTIUS, with his power, from the pursuit
Here is the steed, we the caparison:
15Hadst thou beheld—
Pray now, no more: my mother,
Who has a charter to extol her blood,
When she does praise me grieves me. I have done
As you have done; that’s what I can; induced
20As you have been; that’s for my country:
He that has but effected his good will
Hath overta’en mine act.