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told us ;

Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments ! Sic. Be-mock the modest moon.

Bru. The present wars devour him : he is Enter a Messenger.

grown Mess. Where's Caius Marcius ?

Too proud to be so valiant. Mar. Here: What's the matter?

Sic. Such a nature, Mess. The news is, sir, the Volces are in arms. Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow Mar. I am glad on't ; then we shall have Which he treads on at noon : But I do wonder, means to vent

His insolence can brook to be commanded Our musty superfluity :-See, our best elders. Under Cominius.

Bru. Fame, at the which he aims,Enter Cominius, Titus Lartius, and other In whom already he is well grac'd, --cannot Senators ; Junius BRUTUs, and SICINIUS VE- Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by

A place below the first : for what miscarries 1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately shall be the general's fault, though he perform

To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure The Volces are in arms.

Will then cry out of Marcius, 0, if he Mar. They have a leader,

Had borne the business ! Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to’t.

Sic. Besides, if things go well, I sin in envying his nobility:

Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall And were I any thing but what I am,

Of his demerits rob Cominius. I would wish me only he.

Bru. Come : Com. You have fought together.

Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius, Mar. Were half to half the world by the ears, Though Marcius earn’d them not; and all his and he

faults Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make

To Marcius shall be honours, though, indeed, Only my wars with him : he is a lion

In aught he merit not. That I am proud to hunt.

Sic. Let's hence, and hear 1 Sen. Then, worthy Marcius,

How the despatch is made ; and in what fashion, Attend upon Cominius to these wars.

More than in singularity, he goes Com. It is your former promise.

Upon his present action. Mar. Sir, it is ;

Bru. Let's along.

[Ereunt. And I am constant.-Titus Lartius, thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face : SCENE II.--Corioli. The Senate-House. What, art thou stiff? stand'st out? Tit. No, Caius Marcius ;

Enter Titus Aufidius, and certain Senators. I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other, 1 Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius, Ere stay behind this business.

That they of Rome are enter'd in our counsel, Men. 0, true bred !

And know how we proceed. 1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol ; where, Auf. Is it not yours? I know,

What ever hath been thought on in this state, Our greatest friends attend us.

That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome Tit. Lead you on :

Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone, Follow, Cominius; we must follow you; Since I heard thence; these are the words: I Right worthy you priority.

think, Com. Noble Lartius !

I have the letter here ; yes, here it is: [Reads. 1 Sen. Hence ! to your homes, be gone. They have press'd a power, but it is not known

[To the Citizens. Whether for east, or west: The dearth is great; Mar. Nay, let them follow :

The people mutinous : and it is rumour'd, The Volces have much corn; take these rats Cominius, Marcius your old enemy, thither,

(Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,) gnaw their garners :-Worshipful mutineers, And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman, Your valour puts well forth : pray, follow. These three lead on this preparation,

[Exeunt Senators, Com. Mar. Tit. and Whither 'tis bent: most likely, 'tis for you :
Menen. Citizens steal away.

Consider of it.
Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? 1 Sen. Our army's in the field :
Bru. He has no equal.

We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the To answer us. people,

Auf. Nor did you think it folly, Bru. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes? To keep your great pretences veil'd, till when Sic. Nay, but his taunts.

They needs must show themselves; which in Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird the hatching, the gods.

It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery



We shall be shorten’d in our aim ; which was, Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum; To take in many towns, ere, almost, Rome See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair ; Should know we were afoot.

As children from a bear, the Volces shunning 2 Sen. Noble Aufidius,

him : Take your commission; hie you to your bands: Methinks, I see him stamp thus, and call thus,Let us alone to guard Corioli :

Come on, you cowards, you were got in fear, If they set down before us, for the remove Though you were born in Rome : His bloody brow Bring up your army; but, I think, you'll find With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes; They have not prepar'd for us.

Like to a harvest-man, that's task'd to mow Auf. 0, doubt not that;

Or all, or lose his hire. I speak from certainties. Nay, more,

Vir. His bloody brow ! O, Jupiter, no blood ! Some parcels of their powers are forth already, Vol. Away, you fool ! it more becomes a man, And only hitherward. I leave your honours. Than gilt his trophy: The breasts of Hecuba, If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet, When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier 'Tis sworn between us, we shall never strike, Than Hector's forehead, when it spit forth blood Till one can do no more.

At Grecian swords contending.--Tell Valeria, All. The gods assist you !

We are fit to bid her welcome. [Exit Gent. Auf. And keep your honours safe !

Vir. Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius ! 1 Sen. Farewell.

Vol. He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee, 2 Sen. Farewell.

And tread upon his neck.
All. Farewell.

Re-enter Gentlewoman, with VALERIA and her

SCENE III.-Rome. An apartment in Mar-
cius' house.

Val. My ladies both, good day to you.

Vol. Sweet madam,Enter VOLUMNIA, and VIRGILIA: They sit Vir. I am glad to see your ladyship. down on two low stools, and sew.

Val. How do you both ? you are manifest Vol. I pray you, daughter, sing; or express house-keepers. What, are you sewing here? yourself in a more comfortable sort : If my son A fine spot, in good faith.-How does your litwere my husband, I should freelier rejoice in tle son? that absence wherein he won honour, than in Vir. I thank your ladyship; well, good madam. the embracements of his bed, where he would Vol. He had rather see the swords, and hear show most love. When yet he was but tender- a drum, than look upon his school-master. bodied, and the only son of my womb; when Val. O’my word, the father's son: I'll swear, youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way ; / 'tis a very pretty boy. O’my troth, I looked when, for a day of kings' entreaties, a mother upon him o'Wednesday half an hour together : should not sell him an hour from her beholding; he has such a confirmed countenance. I saw 1,-considering how honour would become such him run after a gilded butterfly; and when he a person; that it was no better than picture-like caught it, he let it go again ; and after it again ; to hang by the wall, if renown made it not stir, and over and over he comes, and up again; -was pleased to let him seek danger where he catched it again : or whether his fall enraged was like to find fame. To a cruel war I sent him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth, and him ; from whence he returned, his brows tear it; 0, I warrant, how he mammocked it! bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I Vol. One of his father's moods. sprang not more in joy at first hearing he was Val. Indeed la, 'tis a noble child. a man-child, than now in first seeing he had Vir. A crack, madam. proved himself a man.

Val. Come, lay aside your stitchery ; I must Vir. But had he died in the business, madam? have you play the idle huswife with me this afhow then ?

ternoon. Vol. Then his good report should have been Vir. No, good madam; I will not out of my son ; I therein would have found issue. doors. Hear me profess sincerely :-Had I a dozen sons, Val. Not out of doors ! -each in my love alike, and none less dear than Vol. She shall, she shall. thine and my good Marcius, I had rather had Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience: I will not eleven die nobly for their country, than one vo- over the threshold, till my lord return from the luptuously surfeit out of action.

Val. Fye, you confine yourself most unreaEnter a Gentlewoman.

sonably ; Come, you must go visit the good lady Gent. Madam, the lady Valeria is come to vi- that lies in.

Vir. I will wish her speedy strength, and viVir. 'Beseech you, give me leave to retire my- sit her with my prayers ; but I cannot go thither. self.

Vol. Why, I pray you ? Vol. Indeed, you shall not.

Vir. 'Tisnot to save labour, nor that I want love.

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Val. You would be another Penelope: yet, they say, all the yarn she spun, in Ulysses’ ab | They sound a parley. Enter, on the walls, soine sence, did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come;

Senators, and Others. I would your cambric were sensible as your fin- Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls? ger, that you might leave pricking it for pity. 1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than Come, you shall go with us.

Vir. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums I will not forth.

[Alarums afar off Val. In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell Are bringing forth our youth: We'll break our you excellent news of your husband.

walls, Vir. O, good madam, there can be none yet. Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates,

Val. Verily, I do not jest with you; there which yet seem shut, we have but pinn'd with same news from him last night.

rushes; Vir. Indeed, madam?

They'll open of themselves. Hark you, far off ; Val. In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator

[other alar ums. speak it. Thus it is :- The Volces have an ar- There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes my forth ; against whom Cominius the general Amongst your cloven army. is gone, with one part of our Roman power: Mar. O, they are at it! your lord, and Titus Lartius, are set down be- Lart. Their noise be our instruction.-Ladfore their city Corioli; they nothing doubt pre- ders, ho! vailing, and to make it brief wars.

This is true, on mine honour ; and so, I pray, go with us.

The Volces enter, and pass over the stage. Vir. Give me excuse, good madam ; I will Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their city. obey you in every thing hereafter.

Now put your shields before your hearts, and Vol. Let her alone, lady; as she is now, she fight will but disease our better mirth.

With hearts more proof than shields.-Advance, Val. In troth, I think, she would :-Fare you brave Titus: well then.—Come, good sweet lady:—Pr’ythee, They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, Virgilia, turn thy solemness out o'door, and go which makes me sweat with wrath.—Come on, along with us.

my fellows; Vir. No: at a word, madam; indeed, I must He that retires, I'll take him for a Volce, not. I wish you much mirth.

And he shall feel mine edge. Val. Well, then farewell.


Alarum, and exeunt Romans and Volces, fighting.

The Romans are beaten back to their trenches.

Re-enter MARCIUS,
SCENE IV. Before Corioli.

Mar. All the contagion of the south light on Enter, with drum and colours, MARCIUS, TITUS

you, LARTIUS, Officers, and Soldiers. To them a

You shames of Rome! you herd of—Boils and Messenger


Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr'd Mar. Yonder comes news:-A wager, they Further than seen, and one infect another have met.

Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese, Lart. My horse to yours, no.

That bear the shapes of men, how have you run Mar. "Tis done.

From slaves that apes would beat? Pluto and Lart. Agreed.

hell! Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy? All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale Mess. They lie in view ; but have not spoke With flight and agued fear! Mend, and charge as yet.

home, Lart. So, the good horse is mine.

Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe, Mar. I'll buy him of you.

And make my wars on you: look to't: Come on; Lart. No, l'il nor sent

, nor give him: lend If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives, you him, I will,

As they us to our trenches followed.
For half a hundred years. Summon the town. Another alarum. The Volces and Romans Teo

Mar. How far off lie these armies?
Mess. Within this mile and half.

enter, and the fight is renewed. The Poldes Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and

retire into Corioli, and MARCIUS follows them they ours. Now, Mars, I pr’ythee, make us quick in work; So, now the gates are ope :-Now prove good That we with smoking swords may march from seconds : hence,

'Tis for the followers fortune widens them, To help our fielded friends !--Come, blow thy Not for the flyers: mark me, and do the like. blast.

[He enters the gates, and is shut in.

to the gates.

1 Sol. Fool-hardiness; not I.

The blood I drop is rather physical 2 Sol. Nor I.

Than dangerous to me: To Aufidius thus 3 Sol. See, they

I will appear, and fight.
Have shut him in. [Alarum continues. Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
All. To the pot, I warrant him.

Fall deep in love with thee; and her great

charms Enter Titus LARTIUS.

Misguide thy opposers' swords ! Bold gentleman, Lart. What is become of Marcius?

Prosperity be thy page! All. Slain, sir, doubtless.

Mar. Thy friend no less 1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels, Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell. With them he enters: who, upon the sudden, Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius ! Clapp'd-to their gates; he is himself alone,

[Exit Marcius. To answer all the city.

Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place; Lart. O noble fellow !

Call thither all the officers of the town, Who, sensible, outdares his senseless sword, Where they shall know our mind: Away. And, when it bows, stands up! Thou art left,

[Erennt. Marcius : A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,

SCENE VI.--Near the camp of Cominius. Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible Enter COMINIUS and Forces, retreating. Only in strokes ; but, with thy grim looks, and The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,

Com. Breathe you, my friends; well fought: Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world we are come off Were feverous, and did tremble.

Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,

Nor cowardly in retire: Believe me, sirs, Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have Enemy.

struck, I Sol. Look, sir.

By interims, and conveying gusts, we have heard Lart. "Tis Marcius :

The charges of our friends :- The Roman gods Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.

Lead their successes as we wish our own; [They fight, and all enter the city. That both our powers, with smiling fronts en

countering, SCENE V.-Within the town. A street.

Enter a Messenger.
Enter certain Romans, with spoils.

May give you thankful sacrifice !-Thy news? 1 Rom. This will I carry to Romne.

Mess. T'he citizens of Corioli have issued, 2 Rom. And I this.

And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle: 3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver. I saw our party to their trenches driven, [Alarum still continues afar off And then I came away.

Com. Though thou speak’st truth, Enter MARCIUS, and Titus LARTIUS, with a

Methinks, thou speak’st not well. How long Trumpet.

is't since? Mar. See here these movers, that do prize Mess. Above an hour, my lord. their hours

Com. 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons,

drums: Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour, Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, And bring thy news so late ? Ere yet the fight be done, pack up:-Down Mess. Spies of the Volces with them.

Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel And hark, what noise the general makes !—To Three or four miles about; else had I, sir, him:

Half an hour since brought my report.
There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
Piercing our Romans: 'Then, valiant Titus, take

Convenient numbers to make good the city ; Com. Who's yonder,
Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will That does appear as he were ftay’d? O gods!

He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have To help Cominius.

Before-time seen him thus. Lari. Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;

Mar. Conie I too late? Thy exercise hath been too violent for

Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from A second course of fight.

a tabor, Mart. Sir, praise me not:

More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue My work hath not yet warm'd me: Fare you From every meaner man's. well.

Mar. Come I too late? VOL. II.


their caps.

them !).

Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of Let him, alone, or so many, so minded, others,

Wave thus, [Waving his hand.] to express his But mantled in your own.

disposition, Mar. 0! let me clip you

And follow Marcius. In arms as sound, as when I woo'd; in heart

[They all shout, and wave their swords; As merry, as when our nuptial day was done,

take him up in their arms, and cast And tapers burn'd to bedward.

up Com. Flower of warriors,

O me, alone! Make you a sword of me? How is't with Titus Lartius?

If these shows be not outward, which of you Mar. As with a man busied about decrees : But is four Volces ? None of you but is Condemning some to death, and some to exile ; | Able to bear against the great Aufidius Ransoming him, or pitying, threat’ning the other; A shield as hard as his. A certain number, Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,

Though thanks to all, must I select : the rest Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash,

Shall bear the business in some other fight, To let him slip at will.

As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march; Com. Where is that slave,

And four shall quickly draw out my command, Which told me they had beat you to your Which men are best inclin'd. trenches ?

Com. March on, my fellows: Where is he? Call him hither.

Make good this ostentation, and you shall Mar. Let him alone,

Divide in all with us.

[Exenat. He did inform the truth: But, for our gentlemen,

SCENE VII.-The Gates of Corioli. The common file, (A plague !—Tribunes for Titus Lartius, having set a guard upon CoThe mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat, as they did

rioli, going with a Drum and Trumpet toward

COMINIUS and Caius Marcius, enters with budge From rascals worse than they.

a Lieutenant, a party of Soldiers, and a Scout. Com. But how prevail'd you ?

Lart. So, let the ports be guarded : keep Mar. Will the time serve to tell ? I do not

your duties, think

As I have set them down. If I do send, despatch Where is the enemy? Are you lords o'the field? Those centuries to our aid ; the rest will serve If not, why cease you till you are so ?

For a short holding: If we lose the field, Com. Marcius,

We cannot keep the town.
We have at disadvantage fought, and did Lieu. Fear not our care, sir.
Retire, to win our purpose.

Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conwhich side

[Exeunt. They have plac'd their men of trust ? Com. As I guess, Marcius,

SCENE VIII.-A field of battle between the Their bands in the vaward are the Antiates,

Roman and the Volscian camps.
Of their best trust: o'er them Aufidius,
Their very heart of hope.

Alarum. Enter MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS. Mar. I do beseech you,

Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do By all the battles wherein we have fought,

hate thee By the blood we have shed together, by the vows Worse than a promise-breaker. We have made to endure friends, that you di- Auf. We hate alike ; rectly

Not Afric owns a serpent, I abhor Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiates : More than thy fame and envy: fix thy foot. And that you not delay the present; but, Mar. Let the first budger die the other's slave, Filling the air with swords advanc'd, and darts, And the gods doom him after ! We prove this very hour.

Auf. If I fly, Marcius, Com. Though I could wish

Halloo me like a hare. You were conducted to a gentle bath,

Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus, And balms applied to you, yet dare I never Alone I fought in your Corioli walls, Deny your asking; take your choice of those And made what work I pleas'd : 'Tis not my That best can aid your action.

blood, Mar. Those are they

Wherein thou seest me mask'd ; for thy revenge, That most are willing :-If any such be here, Wrench up thy power to the highest. (As it were sin to doubt,) that love this painting Auf. Wert thou the Hector, Wherein you see me smear’d; if any fear That was the whip of your bragg’d progeny, Lesser his person than an ill report;

Thou should'st not 'scape me here. If any think, brave death outweighs bad life,

[ They fight, and certain Volces come to And that his country's dearer than himself,

the aid of Aufidius.

duct us.


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