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Vir. His bloody brow! oh, Jupiter, no blood !
Vol. Away, you fool; it more becomes a man,
[Exit Gent. Vir. Heav'ns bless my Lord from fell Aufidius !
Vol. He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee, And tread upon his neck.
Enter Valeria with an Usher, and a Gentlewoman.
both ? you are manifeft 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 fwords, 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. Omy troth, I look'd on him o' Wednesday half an hour together — h'as such a confirm'd countenance. I osaw 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 wheth his Fall enrag'd him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth, and did tear it; oh, I warrant, how he mammockt it!
Vol. One of's 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'll not over the threshould, 'till my Lord return from the wars.
Val. Fie, 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's absence, did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come, I would,
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 cellent 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 him 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 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 my honour; and so, 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 Solemness out o'door, and go along with us. Vir. No: at a word, Madam ; indeed, I must not.
I wish you much mirth.
[Exeunt. S CE N E VII.
Changes to the Walls of Corioli.
Soldiers : To them a Messenger.
ONDER comes news: a wager, they have
you, I will,
Mar: How far off lie these armies ?
Mar. Then shall we hear their larum, and they ours. Now, Mars, I prythee, make us quick in work ; That we with smoaking swords may march from hence, To help our fielded Friends ! Come, blow thy blaft. They found a Parley. Enter two senators with others
on the Walls, 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
[Drum 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
[Alarm, far off
There is Aufidius. List, what work he makes
Mar. Oh, they are at it!
Enter the Volscians.
Come on my
[Alarm; the Romans beat back to their Trenches.
S CE N E
Re-enter Marcius. Mar. ALL the Contagion of the South light on You shames of Roine, you!-herds of boils and
plagues Plaister you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd Farther than seen, and one infect another Against the wind a mile!--you fouls 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 home, Or, by the fires of Heaven, I'll leave the Foe, And make my wars on you: look to't, come on; If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives, As they
us to our trenches followed. Another Alarm, and Marcius follows them to the gates. So now the gates are ope: now prove good feconds;
'Tis for the followers, fortune widens them ; Not for the fliers : mark me, and do the like.
[He enters the gates, and is fhut in. i Sol. Fool-hardiness, not I. 2 Sol. Nor I. 3 Sol. See, they have shut him in.
[Alarm continues. All. To th'
I warrant him.
Enter Titus Lartius.
1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels,
Lart, Oh, noble fellow!
Enter Marcius bleeding, asaulted by the Enemy. 1 Sol. Look, Sir.
Lart. O, 'tis Marciús.
[They fight, and all enter the City.
[Alarm continues still afar off.