Speeches (Lines) for Titus Lartius in "The Tragedy of Coriolanus"

Coriolanus. Sir, it is;
And I am constant. Titus TITUS, thou
Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face.
What, art thou stiff? stand'st out?

Titus Lartius. No, Caius CORIOLANUS;
I'll lean upon one crutch and fight with t'other,
Ere stay behind this business.

First Senator. Your company to the Capitol; where, I know,
Our greatest friends attend us.

Titus Lartius. [To COMINIUS] Lead you on.
[To CORIOLANUS] Follow Cominius; we must follow you;]
Right worthy you priority.

Coriolanus. Yonder comes news. A wager they have met.

Titus Lartius. My horse to yours, no.

Coriolanus. 'Tis done.

Titus Lartius. Agreed.

Messenger. They lie in view; but have not spoke as yet.

Titus Lartius. So, the good horse is mine.

Coriolanus. I'll buy him of you.

Titus Lartius. No, I'll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I will
For half a hundred years. Summon the town.

Coriolanus. O, they are at it!

Titus Lartius. Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, ho!

All. To the pot, I warrant him.

Titus Lartius. What is become of CORIOLANUS?

First Soldier. Following the fliers at the very heels,
With them he enters; who, upon the sudden,
Clapp'd to their gates: he is himself alone,
To answer all the city.

Titus Lartius. O noble fellow!
Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword,
And, when it bows, stands up. Thou art left, CORIOLANUS:
A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible
Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks and
The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,
Thou madst thine enemies shake, as if the world
Were feverous and did tremble.

First Soldier. Look, sir.

Titus Lartius. O,'tis CORIOLANUS!
Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.

Coriolanus. See here these movers that do prize their hours
At a crack'd drachm! 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!
And hark, what noise the general makes! To him!
There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, take
Convenient numbers to make good the city;
Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste
To help Cominius.

Titus Lartius. Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
Thy exercise hath been too violent for
A second course of fight.

Coriolanus. 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
I will appear, and fight.

Titus Lartius. Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,
Prosperity be thy page!

Coriolanus. Thy friend no less
Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.

Titus Lartius. Thou worthiest CORIOLANUS!
[Exit CORIOLANUS]
Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
Call thither all the officers o' the town,
Where they shall know our mind: away!

Cominius. March on, my fellows:
Make good this ostentation, and you shall
Divide in all with us.

Titus Lartius. So, let the ports be guarded: keep your duties,
As I have set them down. If I do send, dispatch
Those centuries to our aid: the rest will serve
For a short holding: if we lose the field,
We cannot keep the town.

Lieutenant. Fear not our care, sir.

Titus Lartius. Hence, and shut your gates upon's.
Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us.

Cominius. 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,
I' the end admire, where ladies shall be frighted,
And, gladly quaked, hear more; where the
dull tribunes,
That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours,
Shall say against their hearts 'We thank the gods
Our 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]

Titus Lartius. O general,
Here is the steed, we the caparison:
Hadst thou beheld--

Cominius. So, to our tent;
Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
To Rome of our success. You, Titus TITUS,
Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome
The best, with whom we may articulate,
For their own good and ours.

Titus Lartius. I shall, my lord.

Cominius. O, well begg'd!
Were he the butcher of my son, he should
Be free as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus.

Titus Lartius. CORIOLANUS, his name?

Coriolanus. Tullus Aufidius then had made new head?

Titus Lartius. He had, my lord; and that it was which caused
Our swifter composition.

Coriolanus. Saw you Aufidius?

Titus Lartius. On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse
Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely
Yielded the town: he is retired to Antium.

Coriolanus. Spoke he of me?

Titus Lartius. He did, my lord.

Coriolanus. How? what?

Titus Lartius. How often he had met you, sword to sword;
That of all things upon the earth he hated
Your person most, that he would pawn his fortunes
To hopeless restitution, so he might
Be call'd your vanquisher.

Coriolanus. At Antium lives he?

Titus Lartius. At Antium.