Some trick, not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends,
And interjoin their issues. So with me:
My birth-place hate I, and my love's upon
This enemy town. * * * *
Auf. (entering, Sc. 5). Say, what's thy name?
Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done,
To thee particularly, and all the Volces,
Great hurt and mischief.... Now, this extremity,
Hath brought me to thy hearth.
Auf. O Marcius, Marcius!