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than now in first seeing he had proved himself a man.

Vir. But had he died in the business, madam: how tben?

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 eleren 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. 'Beseech you, give me leave to retire mye

self. Vol. Indeed, you shall not. Methinks, I hear hither your husband's drum; See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair; As children from a bear, the Volces shunning him: Methinks, I see him stamp thus, and call thus, Come on, you cowards; you 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 harvest-man, that's task'd to mow Or all, or lose his hire.

Vir. His bloody brow! O, Jupiter, no blood !

Vol. Away, you fool! it more becomes a man, Than giit his trophy: The breasts of Hecuba, When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier Than Hector's forehead, when it spit forth blood

At Grecian swords contending.–Tell Valeria,
We are fit to bid her welcome.

[Erit Gent, Vir. Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius!

Vol. He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee, And tread upon his neck.

Re-enter Gentlewoman, with Valeria and her Usher.

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 sewing 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 school-master.

Val. O my word, the father's son: I'll swear, 'tis a very pretty boy. O’my troth, I look'd upon him o' Wednesday half an hour together: he 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; catch'd it again: or whether his fall enrag'd him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth, and tear it; O, I warrant, how he mammock'd it!

Vol. One of his father's moods.
Val. Indeed la, 'tis a noble child.
Vir. A crack, madam.

Val. Come, lay aside your stitchery; 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 will not over the threshold, till my lord return from the wars.

Val. Fie, you confine yourself most un reasonably: Come, you must go visit the good lady that lies in.

Vir. I will wish 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, she spun in Ulysses' absence, did but fill Ithaca full of moths. 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 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.

Vir. Indeed, madam?

Val. In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak it. Thus it is:— The Volces 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.—Pr’ythee, 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 farewel.




Enter, with Drum and Colours, Marcius, Titus Lar

tius, Officers, and Soldiers. To them a Messenger. Mar. Yonder comes news:-A wager, they have

met. Tit. My horse to yours, no. Mar.

'Tis done. Tit.

Agreed. Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy? . Mes. They lie in view; but have not spoke as

yet. Tit. So, the good horse is mine. · Mar.

I'll buy him of you.


Tit. No, I'll nor sell, nor give him: lend you

him, I will,
For half a hundred years. — Summon the town.

Mar. How far off lie these armies ?

Within this 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 smoking swords may march from

hence, To help our fielded friends !—Come, blow thy blast.

They sound a parley. Enter, on the walls, some

Senators and Others. 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

[Alarums afar off. Are bringing forth our youth: We'll break our

walls, Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates, Which yet seem shut, we have but pinnd with

rushes; They'll open of themselves. Ilark you, far off;

[Other Alarums.
There is Aufidius: list, what work he makes
Amongst your cloven army.

O, they are at it!
Tit. Their noise be our instruction.- Ladders,

ho! .

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