Mar. Sir, praise me not;
My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well:
The blood I drop is rather physical
Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus[2667][2668]
I will appear, and fight.[2667]
Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune, 20
Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,[2669]
Prosperity be thy page!
Mar. Thy friend no less
Than those she placeth highest! So farewell.[2670]
Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius! [Exit Marcius.[2671] 25
Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;[2672]
Call thither all the officers o' the town,[2673]
Where they shall know our mind. Away! [Exeunt.
Scene VI. Near the camp of Cominius.[2674]
Enter Cominius, as it were in retire, with Soldiers.
Com. 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,[2675]
By interims and conveying gusts we have heard 5
The charges of our friends. Ye Roman gods,[2676]
Lead their successes as we wish our own,
That both our powers, with smiling fronts encountering,
May give you thankful sacrifice!
Enter a Messenger.[2677]
Thy news?