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To answer us.
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 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,
Vol. Indeed, thou shalt not :
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 knee,
Enter Valeria with an Uber, and à Gentlewoman.
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. 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.
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 ?
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.
Lart. So, the good horse is mine.
Mar. How far off lie these armies ?
Mar. Then shall we hear their larum, and they ours.
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!
Enter the Volscians.