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Auf. Is it not yours?
Whatever hath been thought on in this state,
That could be brought to bodily act, ere Rome
Had circumvention? 'tis not four days gone,
Since I have heard thence these are the words---
I have the letter here; yes---here it is; [1 think,
“ They have pressed a power, but it is not known

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" Whether for East or Welt; the dearth is great,
The people mutinous; and it is rumoured,

Cominius, Marcius your old enemy,
(Who is of Rome worse hated than of you)

And Titus Lartíus, 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

hatching,
It seem'd, appeared 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 commiflion, hie you to your bands;
Let us alone to guard Corioli:
If they fet 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,

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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 aflft you !
Auf. And keep your honours fafe !
1 Sen. Farewel.
2 Sen. Farewela
All. Farewel.

[Exeunti SCENE changes to Caius Marcius's House in Rome: Enter VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA; they fit down on

two low Stools, and forw. Vol. I pray you, daughter, fing, or express your self in a more comfortable fort; if my ton were my husband, I would freelier rejoice in that absence wherein the won honour, than in the embracements of his bed, where he would fhew 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 entreaties, a mother should not sell him an hour from her be. holding; I, confidering how hcnour would become such a person, that it was no better than picture. like to hang by the wall, if renown made it not stir, was pleafed to let him feek' 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 thée, daughter, 1 sprang not more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child, than now in first feeing 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 fon; I therein would have found iflice. 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 vie

fit you.

Vir. Befeech you, give me leave to retire myself.

Vol. Indeed, thou ihalt not: Methinks I hither hear your husband's drum :: I see him pluck Aufidius down by the hair : (As children from a bear) the Volsci 1hunning 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 liarvelt man, that's talk!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 breait of Hecuba, When the did fuckle Hector, look'd not lovelier Than Hector's forehead, when it fpit' forth blood. At Grecian swords contending. Tell Valeria, We are fit to bid her welcome.

[Exit Gent. Vir, Heavens bless my Lord from fell Aufidius!

Vol. He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee,
And tread upon his neck.
Enter: VALERIA, with an Ujor, and a Gentlewoman,

Val. My Ladies both, good day to you.
Vol. Sweet Madam-
Vir: I am glad to see your Ladyship------
Vab. How do you both? you are manifest bouie-

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keepers. What are you fowing here? a fine fpot, in good faith. How does your

little fon? Vir. I thank your Lady Dip: well, good Madam,

Vol. He had rather fee the swords, and hear a drum, than look upon his schoolmaster.

Val. Oʻmy word, the father's son: I'll swear ’tis a very pretty boy. O’my troth, I looked on him o' Wednefday half an hour together-----r--he lias 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; and caught it again; or whether his fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did fo set his teeth, and did tear it, oh, I warrant, how he mammock'd it..

Vol. One of's father's moods.
l'al. Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.
l'ir. A crack, Madam.

Val. Come, lay afide your stitchery; I must have you play the idle huswife with me this afternoon.'

Vir. No, good Madam, I will not out of doors,
Wal. Net out of doors !
Vol. She Thall, she shall.

Vit. Indeed, no, by your patience; I'll not over the threshold 'ill my Lerd return from the wars,

Val. Fy, you confine yourself most unreasonably: come, you muit go visit the good Lady that lyes in.

Vir. I will with her speedy strength, and visit her with my prayers;

but I cannot go thither. l'ol. Why, I pray you?. lir. 'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love.

Val. You would be another Penelope; yet they fay, all the yarn the spun in Ulysses' abfenet did but fill Ithaca full of moths.. Come, I would your cambric were fenfible as your finger, that you

might leave pricking it for pitye 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 himn 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 Corinius 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 fo, I pray, go

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. Pr’ythee, Virgilia, turn thy folemness out of door, and go along with us.

Vir. No: at a word, Madam, indeed, I mult rot. I wish you much mirth. Val. Well then, farewel.

[Exeunt,

with us.

SCENE changes to the Walls of Corioli. Enter MARCIUS, TITUS LARTIVS, with Captains

and Soldiers : To them a Meflenger. Mar. Yoider comes news: a wager they have Lart: M.y borse to yours, no:

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