As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon, Men. What is granted them? Mar. Five tribunes, to defend their vulgar wisdoms, Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes Men. This is strange. Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments! Enter a Mefsenger. Mes. Where's Caius Marcius? Mar. Here: What's the matter? Mes. The news is, sir, the Volces are in arms. Mar. I am glad on't; then we shall have means to vent Our musty superfluity:-See, our best elders. Enter Cominius, Titus Lartius, and other Senators; Junius 1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told us; The Volces are in arms. Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't. And were I any thing but what I am, I would wish me only he. Com. You have fought together. Mar. Were half to half the world by the ears, and he Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make Only my wars with him: he is a lion That I am proud to hunt. 1 Sen. Then, worthy Marcius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars. Mar. Sir, it is; And I am constant.-Titus Lartius, thou What, art thou stiff? stand'st out? Tit. No, Caius Marcius; I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other, Men. O, true bred! 1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where, I know, Our greatest friends attend us. Tit. Lead you on:— Follow, Cominius; we must follow you; Right worthy you priority. Com. Noble Lartius! 1 Sen. Hence! To your homes, be gone. Mar. Nay, let them follow: [To the Citizens. The Volces have much corn; take these rats thither, To gnaw their garners:-Worshipful mutineers, [Exeunt Senators, Cominius, Marcius, Titus, and Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the people,- Sic. Nay, but his taunts. Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird the gods. Sic. Be-mock the modest moon. Bru. The present wars devour him: he is Too proud to be so valiant. Sic. Such a nature, grown Tickled with good succefs, disdains the shadow His insolence can brook to be commanded Bru. Fame, at the which he aims, Sic. Besides, if things go well, Bru. Come; Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius, Though Marcius earn'd them not; and all his faults To Marcius shall be honours, though, indeed, In aught he merit not. Sic. Let's hence, and hear How the despatch is made; and in what fashion, Upon this present action. Bru. Let's along. [Exeunt. SCENE II CORIOLI. THE SENATE HOUSE. Enter Tullus Aufidius, and certain Senators. 1 Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius, That they of Rome are enter'd in our counsels, Auf. Is it not yours? What ever hath been thought on in this state, That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think, [reads. (Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,) 1 Sen. Our army's in the field: We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready Auf. Nor did you think it folly, To keep your great pretences veil'd, till when They needs must show themselves; which in the hatching, We shall be shorten'd in our aim; which was, 2 Sen. Noble Aufidius, Take your commifsion; hie you to your bands; If they set down before us, for the remove Auf. O, doubt not that; I speak from certainties. Nay, more, Some parcels of their powers are forth already, All. The gods assist you! Auf. And keep your honours safe! |