[They fight, and all enter the city.]
SCENE V. Within Corioles. A street
Enter certain Romans, with spoils.
FIRST ROMAN.
This will I carry to Rome.
SECOND ROMAN.
And I this.
THIRD ROMAN.
A murrain on’t! I took this for silver.
Enter Martius and Titus Lartius with a Trumpet.
MARTIUS.
See here these movers that do prize their hours
At a cracked drachma. Cushions, leaden spoons,
Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves,
Ere yet the fight be done, pack up. Down with them!
[Exit the Romans with spoils.]
[Alarum continues still afar off.]