Imatges de pÓgina

1 Sen.

Then, worthy Marcius,

Attend upon Cominius to these wars.

Com. It is your former promise.


Sir, it is;

And I am constant.-Titus Lartius, thou

Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face:
What, art thou stiff? stand'st out?

No, Caius Marcius;

Tit. I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other, Ere stay behind this business.`


O, true bred!

1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where, I

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1 Sen. Hence! To your homes, be gone.


[To the Citizens.

Nay, let them follow:

The Volces have much corn; take these rats thither,

To gnaw their garners:-Worshipful mutineers,

Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.

[Exeunt Senators, Com. Mar. Tit. and Mene. Citizens steal away.

Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? Bru. He has no equal.

Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the.



Bru. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes?


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Nay, but his taunts.

Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird the


Sic. Be-mock the modest moon.

Bru. The present wars devour him: he is grown Too proud to be so valiant.


Such a nature,

Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow
Which he treads on at noon: But I do wonder,
His insolence can brook to be commanded
Under Cominius.


Fame, at the which he aims,— In whom 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, though he perform To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure Will then cry out of Marcius, O, if he

Had borne the business!

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Besides, if things go well,

Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall

Of his demerits rob Cominius.



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 aught he merit not.


Let's hence, and hear

How the despatch is made; and in what fashion,

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Corioli, The Senate-House.

Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, and certain Senators. 1 Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius,

That they of Rome are enter'd in our counsels,
And know how we proceed.


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 press'd a power, but it is not known
Whether for east, or west: 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:
Consider of it.

1 Sen.

Our army's in the field:

We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready

To answer us.




Nor did


think it folly,

To keep your great pretences veil'd, till when

They needs must show themselves; which in the


It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery,
We shall be shorten'd in our aim; which was,

To take in many towns, ere, almost, Rome
Should know we were afoot.

2 Sen.

Noble Aufidius,

Take your commission; hie you to your bands;
Let us alone to guard Corioli:

If they set down before us, for the remove
Bring up your army; but, I think, you'll find
They have not prepar❜d for us.


O, doubt not that; I speak from certainties. Nay, more, Some parcels of their powers 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.

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Rome. An apartment in Marcius' House.

Enter VOLUMNIA, and VIRGILIA: They sit down on two low stools, and sew.

Vol. I pray you, daughter, sing; or express your◄ self in a more comfortable sort: If my son were my husband, I should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he won honour, than in the embracements of his bed, where he would show most love. When yet he was but tender-body'd, and the only son of my womb; when youth with comeliness pluck'd all gaze his way; when, for a day of kings' entreaties, 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 the wall, if renown made it not stir,-was pleased 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 seeing 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 issue. Hear me profess sincerely:-Had I a dozen sons,-each in

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