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“ 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.

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

It seem'd, 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, you to your


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 certainties. Nay more,
Some parcels of their Power 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.

All. The Gods assist you !
Auf. And keep your Honours fafe !
i Sen. Farewel,
2 Sen. Farewel.
All, Farewel.



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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.
Gent. Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit

Vir. "Beseech you, give me leave to retire my self.

Dol. Indeed, thou shalt not :
Methinks, I hither hear your Husband's Drum :
I see him pluck Aufidius down by th' hair :


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(As children from a bear) the Volsci shunning him :
Methinks, I see him ftamp 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 suckle Hektor, 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 Uber, and a Gentlewomax.
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 manifest Housekeepers. What are you fowing here? a fine 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. 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. Indeed, la, 'tis a noble Child.
Vir. A crack, Madam.


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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.
Val. Not out of doors !
Vol. She shall, she shall.

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?
Vir. 'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love.

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,

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turn thy Solemnnefs out o' door, and go along with us.

Vir. No: at a word, Madam ; indeed, I must not.
I wish you much mirth.
Val. Well, then farewel.


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.
Mar. 'Tis done,
Lart. Agreed.
Mar. Say, has our General met the enemy?
Mes. They lye in view ; but have not spoke as yet.
Lart. So, the good horse is mine.
Mar. I'll buy him of you.

Lart. No, I'll not sell, nor give him : lend him
For half an hundred years : Summon the Town.

Mar. How far off lye these armies ?
Mes. Within a mile and half.

Mar. Then shall we hear their larum, and they ours.
Now, Mars, I prythee, make us quick in work ;
That we with smoaking swords may march from hence,
To help our fielded Friends ! Come, blow thy blast.
They found a Parley. Enter two Senators with others

on the Walls.
Tullus Aufidius, is he within your Walls ?

i Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than he,
That's lefser than a little: hark, our Drums

[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.



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