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To answer us.

Auf. Nor did you think it folly
To keep your great pretences veil'd, 'till when
They needs must fhew themselves; which in the hatching,
It seem’d, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery
We shall be shortened 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, hie you to your bands;
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 prepard 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

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 safe!
i Sen. Farewel.
2 Sen. Farewel.
All. Farewel.


SCENE changes to Caius Marcius's House

in Rome.


Enter Volumnia and Virgilia ; they fit down on two lozu

ftools, and fow. 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 King's intreaties, a mother thould pot fell 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 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 hould have been my fon; I therein would have found issue. Hear me profess sincerely ; had I a dozen fons 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 you.
Vir. Befeech yoo, give me leave to retire myself.

Vol. Indeed, thou shalt not :
Methinks, I hither 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 ftamp thus--and call thus
Come on, ye cowards, ye were got in fear,
Though ye 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 fuckle Hector, look'd not lovelier
Than Hektor'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 à 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 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 fon : I'll swear, 'tis a very pretty boy. O'my troth, I look”d on him o' Wednesday half an hour together-has 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 fet 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.

Val. Come, lay aside your ftitchery ; 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 yourself most unreasonably; Come, you must go visit the good Lady that lies in.

Vir. 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, he spun in Ulysses's absence, did but fill

Ithaca full of mcths. 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 hulband.

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 he is she will but disease our better mirth.

Val. In troth, I think, she would : fare you well, then. Come, good sweet Lady. Pr’ythee, Virgilia, turn thy solemnness out o'door, and go along with us.

Vir. No: at a word, madam ; indeed, I must not. I Avish you much mirth. Vul. Well, then farewel,



SCENE changes to the Walls of Corioli. Enter Marcius, Titus Lartius, with Captains and Sola

diers : To them a Melenger. 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?
Mef. They lie in view ; but have not spoke as yet.
Vol. VI.




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Lart. So, the good horse is mine.
Mar. I'll buy him of you.
Lart. No, I'll not fell, nor give him : lend him you,

I will,
For half an hundred years : Summon the town.

Mar. How far off lie these armies ?
Mf. Within a mile and half.

Mar. Then shall we hear their larum, and they ours.
Now, Mars, I pr’ythee, make us quick in work;
That we with sinoaking swords may march from hence,
To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast.
They found a Parley. Enter 1 tvo 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 lesser than a little : hark, our drums

(Drum afar off Are bringing forth our youth: we'll break our walls, Rather than they all 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 of There is Aufidius. List, what work he makes Amongst your cloven army:

Mar. Oh, they are at it!
Lart. Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, ho !

Enter the Volscians.
Mar, They fear us not; but iffue forth their city.
Now put your fields before your hearts, and fight
With hearts more proof than shields. Advance; brave Titusy
They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts ;
Which makes me sweat with wrath, Come on, my fellows;
He that retires, I'll take him for a Volscian,
And he shall feel mine edge.
[Alarum ; the Romans beat back to their Trenchese



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