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Men. This is strange.
Enter a Messenger.
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,
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 ;
Lar. No, Caius Martius ;
Men. O true bred !
1 Sen. Your company to th’ Capitol ; where I know Our greatest friends attend us.
Lar. Lead you on;
Com. Noble Lariius !
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
Sic. Such a nature,
Bru. Fame, at which he aims,
Sic. And if things go well,
Sic. Let's hence, and hear
Upon this present action.
SC EN EV. Corioli.
Auf. Is it not yours ?
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
2 Sen. Noble Aufidius,
Auf. O doubt not that,
Some parcels of their power are forth already,
All. The Gods aflift you!
[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.
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, 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