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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,
[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.
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. 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 !
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,
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;
O, they are at it!