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Men. For that, being one o' the lowest, basest,
Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost:
But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs:
The one side must have bale. Hail, noble
Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you dis-
That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, 170
First Cit. We have ever your good word.
Conjectural marriages; making parties strong,
Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,
Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly per-
For though abundantly they lack discretion,
What says the other troop?
Our musty superfluity. See, our best elders.
First Sen. Marcius, 'tis true that you have
The Volsces are in arms.
And were I any thing but what I am,
And I am constant. Titus Lartius, thou
Our greatest friends attend us.
They are dissolved: hang 'em! | Right worthy you priority.
First Sen. To the Citizens. Hence! To your homes! be gone.
Nay, let them follow: The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither
To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutiners,
Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the
Bru. Mark'd you his lip and eyes?
Nay, but his taunts. 260 Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird the gods.
Sic. Bemock the modest moon.
It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery
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 Bru. The present wars devour him; he is They've not prepar'd for us.
Too proud to be so valiant.
Such a nature,
Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow
Auf. And keep your honours safe!
Fame, at the which he aims,
Besides, if things go well,
The gods assist you!
SCENE III.-Rome. A Room in MARCIUS'S
Enter VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA. They set them down on two low stools and sew.
Vol. I pray you, daughter, sing; or express yourself in a more comfortable sort. If my son were my husband, I should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he won honour than in the To Marcius shall be honours, though indeed 280 embracements of his bed where he would show In aught he merit not.
most love. When yet he was but tender-bodied and the only son of my womb, when youth with How the dispatch is made; and in what fashion, comeliness plucked all gaze his way, when for More than his singularity, he goes Upon his present action. Bru.
a day of kings' entreaties a mother should not sell him an hour from her beholding, I, considerLet's along. Exeunt. ing how honour would become such a person,
SCENE II.-Corioli. The Senate-house.
I have the letter here; yes, here it is.
They have press'd a power, but it is not known
that it was no better than picture-like to hang by the wall, if renown made it not stir, was pleased to let him seek danger where he was like to find fame. To a cruel war I sent him; from whence he returned, 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 had 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. 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 looked upon him of Wednesday half an hour together: he has such a confirmed 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; catched it again or whether his fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth and tear it; O! I warrant, how he mammocked it. Vol. One on's father's moods.
did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would your cambric 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. O good madam, there can be none yet. Val. Verily, I do not jest with you; there came news from him last night.
Val. You would be another Penelope; yet, they say, all the yarn she spun in Ulysses' absence
Vir. Indeed, madam?
Val. In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak it. Thus it is: the Volsces 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 mine 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.
Val. In troth, I think she would. Fare you well then. Come, good sweet lady. Prithee, Virgilia, turn thy solemness 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, farewell.
For half a hundred years.
Summon the town. Mar. How far off lie these armies? Mess. Within this mile and half. Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours.
Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work, 18 That we with smoking swords may march from hence,
To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy
Rather than they shall pound us up our gates, | A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
There is Aufidius: list, what
Alarum afar off. Hark you, far off! work he makes 20
O they are at it.
Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
Lart. Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy.
SCENE V.-Corioli. A Street.
Enter certain Romans, with spoils.
First Rom. This will I carry to Rome.
Third Rom. A murrain on 't! I took this for silver.
Alarum continues still afar off.
Enter MARCIUS and TITUS LARTIUS, with a trumpet.
Mar. See here these movers that do prize
At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons,
Andhark, what noise the general makes! To him!
By interims and conveying gusts we have heard
May give you thankful sacrifice.
Enter a Messenger.
As I guess, Marcius, Their bands i' the vaward are the Antiates, Of their best trust; o'er them Aufidius, Their very heart of hope. I do beseech you,
By all the battles wherein we have fought,
Come I too late? Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, But mantled in your own.
Flower of warriors,
Mar. As with a man busied about decrees:
Where is that slave Which told me they had beat you to your trenches?
Where is he? Call him hither.
Mar. Let him alone; He did inform the truth: but for our gentlemen, The common file,-a plague! tribunes for them! The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge From rascals worse than they. Com. But how prevail'd you? Mar. Will the time serve to tell? I do not think.
Where is the enemy? are you lords o' the field? If not, why cease you till you are so?
Com. Marcius, we have at disadvantagefought, And did retire to win our purpose.
Mar. How lies their battle? know you on which side
They have plac'd their men of trust?
Those are they That most are willing. If any such be here, As it were sin to doubt, that love this painting Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear Lesser his person than an ill report;
If any think brave death outweighs bad life,
They all shout and wave their swords; take him up in their arms, and cast up their caps. O! me alone? Make you a sword of me? If these shows be not outward, which of you But is four Volsces? none of you but is Able to bear against the great Aufidius A shield as hard as his. A certain number, Though thanks to all, must I select from all :
Shall bear the business in some other fight,