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Will then cry out of Marcius ; oh, if he
Had borne the business

Sic. Besides, if things go well,
Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall
Of his demerits rob Cominius..

Bru. Come,
Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius,
Though Marcius earn’d them not; and all his faults
To Marcius shall be honours, though, indeed,
In ought he merit not.

Sic. Let's hence, and hear
How the dispatch is made; and in what fashion,
More than his fingularity, he goes
Upon this present action.
Bru. Let's along.

[Exeunt.
SCENE changes to Corioli.
Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Senators of Corioli.
I Sen. O, your opinion is, Aufidius,

That they of Rome are entred in our counsels, And know how we proceed.

Auf. Is it not yours? What ever hath been thought on in this state, That could be brought to bodily act, ere Rome Had circumvention? 'cis not four days gone, Since I heard thence these are the words I think, I have the letter here; yes, here it is ; They have prest a power, but it is not known

[Reading “ Whether for East or Weft; the dearth is great, " The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd, “ Cominius, Marcius your old enemy, (Who is of Rome worse hated than of you) " And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman, " These three lead on this preparation “ Whither 'tis bent-most likely, 'tis for you ; 16 Confider of it,

i Sen. Qur army's in the field : We neyer yet made doubt, but Rome was ready

то

To answer us.

Auf. Nor did you think it folly To keep your great pretences veil'd, 'rill when They needs muft thew themselves; which in the hatching, It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery, We Mall be thortened in our aim, which was To take in many towns, ere (almost) Rome Should know we were a-foot.

2 Sen. Noble Aufidius,
Take
your
commission, hie you to your

bands;
Let us alone to guard Corioli:
If they fet down before's, for the remove
Bring up your army: but, I think, you'll find,
They've not prepar'd for us.

Auf. O, doubt not that,
I speak from certainties. Nay more,
Some parcels of their power are forth already,
And only hitherward. I leave your honours.
If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet,
'Tis sworn between us, we shall ever strike
Till one can do no more.

All. The gods aflift you !
Auf. And keep your honours safe!
i Sen. Farewel,
2 Sen. Farewel,
All, Farewel.

Exeun

SCENE, changes to Caius Marcius's House

in Rome. Enter Volumnia and Virgilia ; they fit down on two lovu

ftools, and for. Vol. I

Pray you, daughter, fing, or express yourself

in a more comfortable fort: if my son were my husband, I would freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he won honour, than in the embracements of his bed, where he would shew most love. When

yet

he was but tender-bodied, and the only son of

my when youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way,

womb;

when

fon;

when for a day of King's intreaties, a mother should not sell him an hour from her beholding; I, confidering how, honour would become such a person, that it was no better than picture-like to hang by th' wall, if renown made it not itir, was pleas'd to let him feek danger where he was like to find fame : to a cruel war I sent him, from whence he return'd, his brows bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang not more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child, than now in first feeing he had proved himself a man.

Vir. But had he died in the business, Madam ; how then ? Vol. Then his good report should have been my

I therein would have found issue. Hear me profefs fincerely; had I a dozen fons each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country, than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.

Enter a Gentlewoman.
Gent. Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit you.
Vir. Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself.

Vol. Indeed, thou shalt not:
Methinks, I hither hear your husband's drum :
I see him pluck Aufidius down by th' hair:
(As children from a bear) the Volfii fhunning him :
Methinks, I see him ftamp thusmand call thus-
Come on, ye cowards, ye were got in fear,
Though you were born in Rome; his bloody brow
With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes
Like to a harvest man, that's task'd to mow
Or all, or lose his hire.

Vir. His bloody brow! oh, Jupiter, no blood !

Vol. Away, you fool ; it more becomes a man,
Than gilt his trophy. The breast of Hecuba,
When she did fuckle Hector, look'd not lovelier
Than Hector's forehead, when it spit forth blood
At Grècian swords contending ; tell Valeria,
We are fit to bid her welcome,

[Exit Gent. Vir. Heav'ns bless my Lord from fell Aufidius !

Vol. He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee,
And tread upon his neck.

Enter Valeria with an Usher, and a Gentlezwoman,
Val. My Ladies both, good day to you.
Vol. Sweet Madam
l'ir. I am glad to see your Lady fhip

Val. How do you both! you are manifest house. keepers. What are you fowing here? a fine spot, in good faith. How does your little son ?

Vir. I thank your Ladyship: well, good madam.

Vol. He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than look upon his schoolmaster.

Val. O' my word, the father's fon : I'll swear, 'tis a very pretty boy. Omy troth, I look'd on him o' Wednesday half an hour together has such a confirm'd countenance. I saw him run after a gilded butterfly, and when he caught it, he let it go again ; and after it again ; and over and over he comes, and up again; and caught it again; or whether his fall enragd bim, or how 'twas, he did fo fet his teeth, and did tear it, oh, I warrant, how he mammockt it!

Vol. One of's father's moods.
Val. Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.
Vir. A crack, madam.

Val. Come, lay afide your ftitchery; I must have you play the idle huswife with me this afternoon.

Vir. No, good madam, I will not out of doors.
Vale Not out of doors !
Vol. She shall, she shall.

Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience; I'll not over the threshold, 'till my Lord return from the wars.

Val. Fie, you confine yourself most unreasonably: Come, you must go visit the good Lady that lies in.

Vir. I will with her speedy strength, and visit her with my prayers; but I cannot go thither.

Vol. Why, I pray you?
Vir.' 'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love.

Val. You would be another Penelope ; yet they say, all the yarn, the spun in Ulysses's absence, did but ill

Ithaca full of moths. Come, I would your cambrick were fenfible as your finger, that you might leave pricking it for pity. Come, you shall go with us.

Vir. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth.

Val. In truth, la, go with me, and I'll tell you excellent news of your husband.

Vir. Oh, good madam, there can be none yet. .

Val. Verily, I do not jest with you ; there came news from him last night.

Vir. Indeed, madam

Val. In earnest, it's true; I heard a Senator speak it. Thus it is—the Volscians have an army forth, against whom Cominius the General is gone, with one part of our Roman power. Your Lord and Titus Lartius are set down before their city Corioli ; they nothing doubt prevailing, and to make it brief wars.

This is true, on my honour; and so, I pray, go with us.

Vir. Give me excuse, good madam, I will obey you in every thing hereafter.

Vol. Let her alone, Lady ; as he is now, the will but disease our better mirth.

Val. In troth, I think, he would : fare you well, then. Come, good sweet Lady. Pr'ythee, Virgilia, turn thy folemness out o' door, and go along with us.

Vir. No: at a word, madam ; indeed, I must not.
I wish you much mirth.
Val. Well, then farewel.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE changes to the Walls of Corieli.
Enter Marcius, Titus Lartius, with Captains and

Soldiers : To them a Messenger.
Mar. Onder comes news : a wager they have met.

Lart. My horse to yours, no.
Mar. 'Tis done.
Lart. Agreed.
Mar. Say, has our General met the enemy?
Mej. They lie in view ; but

have not spoke as yet. VOL. VI.

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