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Ere so prevail'd with me! it will in time
Win upon Power, and throw forth greater themes
For Insurrection's arguing.

Men. This is strange.
Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments !

Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Where's Gaius Marcius?
Mar. Here-what's the matter?
Mes. The news is, Sir, the Volscians are in arms.

Mar. I'm glad on't, then we shall have means to vent Our mufty superfluity. See, our best Elders

told us,

S CE N E IV. Enter Sicinius Velutus, Junius Brutus, Cominius,

Titus Lartius, with other Senators. 1 Sen.

MAR

TARCIUS, 'tis true, that you have lately The Volscians are in arms.

Mar. They have a Leader,
Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't.
I sin 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 halfto half the world by th'ears, and he Upon my Party, I'd revolt, to make Only my wars with him. He is a lion, That I am proud to hunt.

i Sat. Then, worthy Marcius, Attend

upon

Cominius to these wars.
Com. It is your former promise.

Mar. Sir, it is;
And I am constant: Titus Lartius, thou
Shalt fee me once more strike at Tullus' face,
What, art thou ftiff? ftand'ft out?
Tit. No, Gaius Marcius,

I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with t'other;
Ere stay 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 must follow you;
Right worthy you Priority.

Com. Noble Lartius.
i Sen. Hence to your homes-be gone,

[To the Citizens.
Mar. Nay, let them follow;
The Volscians have much Corn: take these rats thither,
To gnaw their garners. Worshipful Mutineers,
Your valour puts well forth; pray follow-

(Exeunt. [Citizens seal away. Manent Sicinius and Brutus. Sic. Was ever man so proud, as is this M ius? Bru. He has no equal. Sic. When we were chosen Tribunes for the

People-
Bru. Mark'd you his lip and eyes?
Sic. Nay, but his taunts.
Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird the

Gods-
Sic. Be-mock ihe modest Moon--

Bru. The present wars devour him! He is grown Too proud, to be so valiant.

Sic. Such a nature,
Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow
Which he treads on at noon; but I do wonder,
His infolence can brook to be commanded
Under Cominius.

Bru. Fame, at the which he aims,
In whom already he is well grac'd, cannot
Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by
A Place below the first; for what miscarries
Shall be the General's fault, though he perform

To

To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure
Will then cry out of Marcius: oh, if he
Had borne the business-

Sic. Besides, if things go well,
Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius: shall
Of his demerits rob Cominius.

Bru. Come,
Half all Cominius' Honours are to Marcius,
Though Marcius earn'd them not; and all his faults
To Marcius shall be honours, though, indeed,
In aught he merit not.

Sic. Let's hence, and hear
How the dispatch is made ; and in what fashion,
More than his fingularity, he goes
Upon this present action.
Bru. Let's along.

[Exeunt. S CE NE V.

Changes to Corioli.
Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Senators of Corioli.
Sen. O, your opinion is, Aufidius,

That theyof Rome are entred in our Counsels, And know how we proceed.

Auf Is it not yours? Whatever hath been thought on in this State, That could be brought to bodily a&t, ere Rome Had circumvention ? 'tis not four days gone, Since I heard thence these are the words—I think, I have the letter here; yes-here it is; They have prest a Power, but it is not known

[Reading Whether for East or West; the Dearth is great, The People mutinous; and it is rumour'd, Cominius, Marcius your old enemy, (Who is of Rome worse hated than of you) And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman, These three lead on this preparation

Whither

1

S our Counsels,

Whither 'tis bent-most likely, 'tis for you:
Consider of it.

i Sen. Our Army's in the Field :
We never yet made doubt, but Rome was ready
To answer us.

Auf. Nor did you think it folly,
To keep your great pretences veild 'till when [ing,
They needs mult shew themselves; which in the hatch-
It seem'd, appear’d to Rome. By the discovery
We shall be shortned in our aim, which was
To take in many Towns, ere (almost) Rome
Should know we were a-foot.

Sen. Noble Aufidius,
Take your Commission, hie you to your bands;
Let us alone to guard Corioli;
If they set dawn before's, 'fore they remove
Bring up your Army: but, I think, you'll find,
They've not prepar'd for us.

Auf. O, dout not that,
I speak from certainties. Nay more,
Some parcels of their Power are forth already,
And only hitherward. I leave your Honours.
If We and Caius Marcius chance to meet,
'Tis sworn between us, we shall ever strike
'Till one can do no more.

All. The Gods assist you !
Auf. And keep your Honours safe!
I Sen. Farewel.
2 Sen. Farewel.
All. Farewel.

[Exeunt.
SCENE VI.
Changes to Caius Marcius's House in Rome.
Enter Volumnia and Virgilia; they sit down on two low

Jools, and few. Vil. in more

my

I pray you. Daughter, lang; or express yourself

my Husband, I would freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he won honour, than in the embracements of his bed, where he would shew most love. When yet he was but tender-bodied, and the only Son of my womb; when youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way; when, for a day of Kings' entreaties, a Mother should not sell him an hour from her beholding; I, confidering how Honour would become such a perfon, that it was no better than picture like to hang by th' wall, if Renown made it not stir, was pleas'd to let him seek Danger where he was like to find Fame: to a cruel war I sent him, from whence he return’d, his brows bound with Oak. I tell thee, Daughter, I sprang not inore 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 should have been my Son; I therein would have found issue. Hear me profess fincerely: had I a dozen Sons each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their Country,than one volumptuously 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 myself.

Vol. Indeed, thou shalt not: Methinks, I hither hear your Husband's Drum : I see him pluck Aufidius down by th' hair : (As children from a bear) the Volsci shunning him: Methinks, I see him ftamp thus--and call thusCome on, ye cowards, ye were got in fear, Though ye 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.

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