Ere fo prevail'd with me! it will in time Win upon Power, and throw forth greater themes For Infurrection's arguing. Men. This is ftrange. Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments! Enter a Meffenger. Mef. Where's Caius Marcius? Mar. Here-what's the matter? Mef. The news is, Sir, the Volfcians are in arms. Mar. I'm glad on't, then we fhall have means to vent Our mufly fuperfluity. See, our best Elders Enter Sicinius Velutus, Junius Brutus, Cominius, Titus Lartius, with other Senators. 1 Sen. MA MARCIUS, 'tis true, that you have lately us, The Volfcians are in arms. Mar. They have a Leader, Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't. I fin in envying his Nobility: And were I any thing but what I am, I'd wish me only he. Com. You have fought together? Mar. Were half to half the world by th' ears, and he Upon my Party, I'd revolt, to make Only my wars with him. That I am proud to hunt. He is a lion, 1 Sat. Then, worthy Marcius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars. Mar. Sir, it is; And I am conftant: Titus Lartius, thou Shalt fee me once more strike at Tullus' face, What, art thou stiff? stand'st out? Tit. No, Caius Marcius, – I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with t'other; Ere ftay behind this business. Men. O true bred! 1 Sen. Your company to th' Capitol; where, I know, Our greatest Friends attend us. Tit. Lead you on ; Follow, Cominius; we muft follow you; Right worthy you Priority. Com. Noble Lartius 1 Sen. Hence to your homes-be gone, Mar. Nay, let them follow; [To the Citizens. The Volfcians have much Corn: take thefe rats thither, To gnaw their garners. Worfhipful Mutineers, Your valour puts well forth; pray follow [Citizens fteal away. [Exeunt. Manent Sicinius and Brutus. Sic. When we were chofen Tribunes for the Bru. Mark'd you his lip and eyes? Sic. Nay, but his taunts. Bru. Being mov'd, he will not fpare to gird the Sic. Be-mock the modest Moon- Bru. The prefent wars devour him! He is grown Too proud, to be fo valiant. Sic. Such a nature, Tickled with good fuccefs, difdains the fhadow Brù. Fame, at the which he aims, In whom already he is well grac'd, cannot Το To the utmost of a man; and giddy cenfure Sic. Befides, if things go well, Bru. Come, Half all Cominius' Honours are to Marcius, Though Marcius earn'd them not; and all his faults To Marcius fhall be honours, though, indeed, In aught he merit not. Sic. Let's hence, and hear How the dispatch is made; and in what fashion, Upon this prefent action. Bru. Let's along. SCENE [Exeunt. V. Changes to Corioli. Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Senators of Corioli. I Sen. O, your opinion is, Aufidius, That they of Rome are entred in our Counfels, And know how we proceed. Auf Is it not yours ? Whatever hath been thought on in this State, Whither Whither 'tis bent-most likely, 'tis for you: 1 Sen. Our Army's in the Field: We never yet made doubt, but Rome was ready Auf. Nor did you think it folly, To keep your great pretences veil'd 'till when [ing, Sen. Noble Aufidius, Take your Commiffion, hie you to your bands; If they fet down before's, 'fore they remove Auf. O, dout not that, I fpeak from certainties. Nay more, Some parcels of their Power are forth already, I leave your Honours. If We and Caius Marcius chance to meet, 'Tis fworn between us, we shall ever ftrike 'Till one can do no more. All. The Gods affist you! Auf. And keep your Honours safe ! I Sen. Farewel. 2 Sen. Farewel. All. Farewel. SCENE VI. [Exeunt. Changes to Caius Marcius's Houfe in Rome. Enter Volumnia and Virgilia; they fit down on two low ftools, and few. Pray you, Daughter, fing, or express yourself in a more comfortable fort: if my Son were my my Hufband, I would freelier rejoice in that abfence wherein he won honour, than in the embracements of his bed, where he would fhew moft love. When yet he was but tender-bodied, and the only Son of my womb; when youth with comelinefs plucked all gaze his way; when, for a day of Kings' entreaties, a Mother fhould not fell him an hour from her beholding; I, confidering how Honour would become fuch a perfon, that it was no better than picture-like to hang by th' wall, if Renown made it not ftir, was pleas'd to let him feek Danger where he was like to find Fame: to a cruel war I fent him, from whence he return'd, his brows bound with Oak. I tell thee, Daughter, I fprang not more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child, than now in first seeing he had proved himself a Man. Vir. But had he died in the business, Madam; how then? Vol. Then his good Report fhould have been my Son; I therein would have found iffue. Hear me profefs fincerely: had I a dozen Sons each in my love alike, and none lefs dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their Country, than one volumptuoufly furfeit,out of action. Enter a Gentlewoman. Gent. Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to vifit you. Methinks, I hither hear your Hufband's Drum: |