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Sic. Such a nature,
Bru. Fame, at the which he aims,
Sic. Besides, if things go well,
Sic. Let's hence, and hear
SCENE changes to Corioli.
Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Senators of Corioli.
Auf. Is it not yours? What ever hath been thought on in this State, That could be brought to bodily ac, 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 ;
i Sen. Our Army's in the Field :
Auf. Nor did you think it folly
2 Sen. Noble Aufidius,
Auf. O, doubt not That,
All. The Gods assist you !
SCENE changes to Caius Marcius's House
Enter Volumnia and Virgilia; they fit down on two low
ftoolsand fow. Vol.
I Pray you, Daughter, fing, or express your self 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 yec 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' 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 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 lent 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 profefs fincerely: had I a dozen Sons 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 voluptuoully 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 my
self. Vol. Indeed, thou shalt not: Methinks, I bither hear your Husband's Drum : I see him pluck Aufidius down by th' hair: (As children from a bear) the Volsci shunning him:
Methinks, I see him stamp thus -and call thus
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 knce,
Enter Valeria with an Usher, and a Gentlewoman.
Val. How do you Both ? you are manifest housekeepers. What are you sowing here? a finc 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 Son: I'll swear, 'tis a very pretty Boy. Omy troth, I look'd on him o' Wednesday half an hour together--h'as 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 enrag'd him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth, and did tear it, oh, I warrant, how he mammockt it!
Vol. One of's Father's moods.
Val. Come, lay aside your Stitchery ; 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 your self most unreasonably: Come, you must go visit the good Lady that lyes in.
Vir. I will wish 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, she spun in Ulyles's absence, did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come, I would your cambrick were sensible 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 yét.
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
Vir. Give me excuse, good Madam, I will obey you in every ching hereafter.
Vol. Let her alone, Lady ; as she is now, she will but disease our better mirth.
Val. In troth, I think, fhe would : fare you well, then. Come, good sweet Lady
Lady: Pr’ythee, Virgilia, Vol. VI.