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Will then cry out of Marcius ; oh, if he
Sic. Besides, if things go well,
Sic. Let's hence, and hear
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
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,
Auf. O, doubt not that,
All. The gods aflift you !
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
he was but tender-bodied, and the only son of
my when youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way,
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.
Vol. Indeed, thou shalt not:
Vir. His bloody brow! oh, Jupiter, no blood !
Vol. Away, you fool ; it more becomes a man,
[Exit Gent. Vir. Heav'ns bless my Lord from fell Aufidius !
Vol. He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee,
Enter Valeria with an Usher, and a Gentlezwoman,
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. 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.
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?
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.
SCENE changes to the Walls of Corieli.
Soldiers : To them a Messenger.
Lart. My horse to yours, no.
have not spoke as yet. VOL. VI.