Coriolanus Translation Act 1, Scene 10
A flourish. Cornets. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, bloody, with two or three Soldiers
The town is ta'en!
The town has been captured!
'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition.
They'll let us have it back once we negotiate the terms of our surrender.
Condition! I would I were a Roman; for I cannot, Being a Volsce, be that I am. Condition! What good condition can a treaty find I' the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius, I have fought with thee: so often hast thou beat me, And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter As often as we eat. By the elements, If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, He's mine, or I am his: mine emulation Hath not that honour in't it had; for where I thought to crush him in an equal force, True sword to sword, I'll potch at him some way Or wrath or craft may get him.
Surrender! I wish I were a Roman, because I cannot be a Volscian if men like you, talking of surrender, are Volscians. Surrender? What good terms can we get from a treaty when we are the ones who have lost?
[As though to CORIOLANUS] Five times, Marcius, I have fought with you, and five times I've lost. You'd defeat me, I think, if we were to fight as often as we eat.
[To the SOLDIERS] By earth and sun, if ever again I meet him beard to beard, he will be mine or I will be his. Our rivalry, which so far has been fought in fair and open terms, will turn dirty: where before I thought to beat him sword to sword, I'll do anything now; I'll thrust at him however I can. If not by wrath, I'll kill him by cleverness.
He's the devil.
Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour's poison'd With only suffering stain by him; for him Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep nor sanctuary, Being naked, sick, nor fane nor Capitol, The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice, Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it At home, upon my brother's guard, even there, Against the hospitable canon, would I Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to the city; Learn how 'tis held; and what they are that must Be hostages for Rome.
Will not you go?
I am attended at the cypress grove: I pray you— 'Tis south the city mills— bring me word thither How the world goes, that to the pace of it I may spur on my journey.
I shall, sir.
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