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“ The People mutinous; and it is rumour'd,
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 !
SCEN E changes to Caius Marcius's House in
Enter Volumnia and Virgilia; they fit down on two
low ftools, and forw. Vol.
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 yet 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 ftir, was pleas’d to let him seek Danger where 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 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.
Dol. Indeed, thou shalt not :
(As children from a bear) the Volsci shunning him :
Vir. His bloody brow! oh, Jupiter, no blood !
[Exit Gent. Vir. Heav'ns bless my Lord from fell Aufidius !
Vol. He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee,
Val. How do you Both ? you are manifest Housekeepers. What are you fowing here? a fine spot, in good faith.
How does your little Son ?
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. O' my troth, I lookd 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.
Kir. 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, she spun in Ulyses's absence, did but kill 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 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 she is now, she will but disease our better mirth.
Vol. In troth, I think, she would : fare you well, then. Come, good sweet Lady. Prythee, Virgilia,
turn thy Solemnnefs out o' door, and go along with us.
Vir. No: at a word, Madam ; indeed, I must not.
you, I will,
SCEN E changes to the Walls of Corioli. Enter Marcius, Titus Lartius, with Captains and Sol
diers : To them a Mesenger. Mar.
Onder comes news: a wager, they have met.
Lart. My horse to yours, no.
Lart. No, I'll not sell, nor give him : lend him
Mar. How far off lye these armies ?
Mar. Then shall we hear their larum, and they ours.
on the Walls.
i Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than he,
[Drum afar of Are bringing forth our Youth : we'll break our Walls, Rather than they shall pound us up: our Gates, Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn'd with rushes; They'll open of themselves. Hark you, far off
[ Alarum, far off. There is Aufidius. Lift, what work he makes Among your cloven army.