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Men. This is strange.
Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments !

Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Where's Caius Martius?
Mar. Here what is the matter ?
Mes. The news is, Sir, the Volscians are in arms.

Mar. I am glad on't, then we shall have means to vent Our musty superfuity. See ! our best elders

SCE N E IV. Enter Sicinius Velutus, Junius Brutus, Cominius, Titus

Lartius, witb orber Senators. 1 Sen. Martius, 'tis true, that you have lately told us, The Volscians are in arms.

Mar. They have a leader,
Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't.
I sin in envying his nobility:
And were I any thing but what I am,
I'd with me only him.

Com. You have fought together?

Mar. Were half to half the world by th' ears, and he Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make Only my wars with him. He is a lion That I am proud to hunt.

i Sen. Then, worthy Martius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars,

Com. It is your former promise.

Mar. Sir, it is ;
And I am constant : Titus Lartius, thou
Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face.
What, art thou ftiff? ftand’ft out?

Lar. No, Caius Martius ;
I'll lean upon one crutch and fight with t'other,
Ere stay behind this business.

Men. O true bred !

1 Sen. Your company to th’ Capitol ; where I know Our greatest friends attend us.

Lar. Lead you on;
Follow, Cominius! we must follow you,
Right worthy your priority,

Com. Noble Lariius !

I Sen

1 Sen. Hence to your homes — be gone. [To the Citizens,

Mar. Nay, let them follow; The Volscians have much corn: take these rats thither To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutineers, Your valour puts well forth ; I pray you follow. (Exeunt,

Citizens steal away. Manent Sicinius and Brutus, Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Martius ? Bru. He has no equal. Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the people Bru, Mark'd

you his lip and eyes ? Sic. Nay, but his taunts. Brü. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird the Gods Sic. Be-mock the modest moon.

Bru. The present wars devour him! he is grown
Too proud of being so valiant.

Sic. Such a nature,
Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow
Which he treads on at noon ; but I do wonder
His infolence can brook to be commanded
Under Cominius,

Bru. Fame, at which he aims,
In which already he is well grac'd, cannot
Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by
A place below the first; for what miscarries
Shall be the General's fault, tho' he perform
To the utmost of a man ; and giddy cenfure
Will then cry out of Martius ; oh, if be
Had born the business

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

Bru. Come;
Half all Cominius' honours are to Martius,
Though Martius earn them not; and all his faults
To Martius thall 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 this fingularity, he goes



Upon this present action.
Bru. Let's along.

SC EN EV. Corioli.
Enter Tullus Aufidius with Senators of Corioli.
I Sen. So, 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 ? 'tis 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
Whether for East or Weft ; the dearth is great,
The people mutinous ; and it is rumour’d
Cominius, Martius 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 :
Consider of it.

i Sen. Our army's in the field : We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready To answer us.

Auf. Nor did you think it folly
To keep your great pretences veil'd 'till when
They needs must shew themselves, which in the hatching
It seems appear'd to Rome. By the discovery
We shall be shortned 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 set 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 very certainties. Nay more,



Some parcels of their power are forth already,
And only hitherward. I leave your Honours.
If we and Caius Martius 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.

[Exeunt, SCENE VI.

Caius Martius's House in Rome. Enter Volumnia and Virgilia ; tbey, fit down on two low

ftools, and sow. Vol. I pray you, daughter, sing, or express your self 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 yer he was but tender-bodied, and the only son of my womb; when youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way; when for a day of Kings en treaties, a mother should not sell him an hour from her beholding, I, considering 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 stir, was pleas'd to let him seek 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 son; I therein would have found iffue. Hear me profess fincerely: had I a dozen fons each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Martius, 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 recire my felf.

Vol. Indeed thou shalt not :
Methinks I hither hear your husband's drum :
I see him pluck Aufidius down by th' hair :
As children a bear, the Volsci shunning him :
Methinks I see him stamp thus -- and 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 Heftor, look'd not lovelier
Than Hector's forehead, when it spit forth blood
At Grecian 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 Gentlewoman. Val. My Ladies both, good day to you ! Vol. Sweet Madam Vir. I am glad to see your Ladyship Val. How do you both ? you are manifeft house-keepers. What are you sowing here? a fine fpot, in good faith, How does your little son ?

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

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

Val. O' my word, the father's fon : I'll swear 'tis a very pretty boy. O' my troth, I look'd on him o' Wednesday half an hour together - h'as such a confirm'd counte..

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; and whether his fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth and did tear it, oh, I warrant how he mame mockt it! Vol. One o's father's moodsa


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