⌜⌝ Enter Martius, Titus Lartius, with ⌜Trumpet,⌝ Drum, and Colors, with Captains and Soldiers, as before the city ⌜of⌝ Corioles. To them a Messenger. MARTIUS (FTLN 0486) [1] Yonder comes news. A wager they have met. LARTIUS (FTLN 0487) [2] My horse to yours, no. MARTIUS (FTLN 0488) [3] ’Tis done. LARTIUS (FTLN 0489) [4] Agreed. MARTIUS, ⌜to Messenger⌝ (FTLN 0490) [5] Say, has our general met the enemy? MESSENGER (FTLN 0491) [6] They lie in view but have not spoke as yet. LARTIUS (FTLN 0492)