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Scene X.—: The Camp of the Volsces. - William Shakespeare, Coriolanus 
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (The Oxford Shakespeare), ed. with a glossary by W.J. Craig M.A. (Oxford University Press, 1916).
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The Camp of the Volsces.
A Flourish. Cornets. EnterTullus Aufidius,bloody, with two or three Soldiers.
The town is ta’en!
’Twill be deliver’d back on good 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 is 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.
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.