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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 looked upon him o' 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; 0, I warrant, how he mammocked it !3
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.
Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience: I will not over the threshold, till my lord return from the wars. . Val. Fye, you confine yourself most unreasonably; 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?
Val. You would be another Penelope: yet, they say, all the yarn she spun, in Ulysses' absence, did
meaning of it,) is still in use among the vulgar: "You have made a fine spot of work of it,” being a common phrase of reproach to those who have brought themselves into a scrape.
3 mammocked it!] To mammock is to cut to pieces, or to tear. - 1 A crack, madam.] Crack signifies à boy child.
bat 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 farewell.
Enter., with Drum and Colours, MARCIUS, Tirus,
LARTIUS, Officers, and Soldiers. To them a Messenger. Mar. Yonder comes news:--A wager, they have
met. Lart. My horse to yours, no. Mar. ' ;'!
. 'Tis done. Lart. 11
Agreed. Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy? : Mess. They lie in view; but have not spoke as yet.
Lart. So, the good horse is mine.
him, I will,
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
i Senators, and Others. Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls?
i Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than he,
fielded friends !] i. e. our friends who are in the field of
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 pinn'd with
rushes; They'll open of themselves. Hark you, far off ;
's Other Alarums.
O, they are at it!
The Volces enter and pass over the Stage. Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their city. Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight With hearts more proof than shields.-Advance,
- brave Titus: They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, .' Which makes me sweat with wrath.--Come, on my
fellows; He that retires, I'll take him for a Volce, And he shall feel mine edge.
Alarum, and exeunt Romans and Volces, fighting.
The Romans are beaten back to their Trenches.
Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome!-you herd of-Boils and
plagues Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr'd .. Further than seen, and one infect another Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese, That bear the shapes of men, how have you run From slaves that apes would beat? Pluto and hell! All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale
With flight and agued fear! Mend, and charge
Another Alarum. The Voices and Romans re-enter,
and the fight is renewed. The Volces retire into
Corioli, and MARCIUS follows them to the Gates, So, now the gates are ope:-Now prove good se
conds: 'Tis for the followers fortune widens them, Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like.
[He enters the Gates, and is shut in. 1 Sol. Fool-hardiness; not I. 2 Sol.
Nor I. 3 Sol.
See, they Have shut him in.
[Alarum continues. All
To the pot, I warrant him.
Enter Titus LARTIUS.
Slain, sir, doubtless.
O noble fellow!
6 Who, sensible,] Sensible is here, having sensation.