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I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other, Bru. The present wars devour him : he is grup Ere stay behind this business.

Too proud to be so valiant. Men. 0, true bred!

Such a nature, 1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where, I Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow know,

Which he treads on at noon. But I do wonder, Our greatest friends attend us.

His insolence can brook to be commanded Tit.

Lead you on:

Under Cominius. Follow, Cominius; we must follow you;

Bru.

Fame, at the which he aims, Right worthy you priority.

In whom already he is well grac'd, cannot
Com.
Noble Marcius!

Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by 1 Sen. Hence! To your homes! be gone. A place below the first; for what miscarries

[To the Citizens. Shall be the general's fault, though he perform Mar.

Nay, let them follow. To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure The Volsces have much corn: take these rats Will then cry out of Marcius, “O, if he thither,

Had borne the business !" To gnaw their garners.—Worshipful mutineers, Sic.

Besides, if things go well Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.

Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall
[Exeunt Senators, Com., MAR., Tit., and Of his demerits rob Cominius.
MENEN.
Citizens steal away.

Bru.

Come :
Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius ? Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius,
Bru. He has no equal.

Though Marcius earn'd them not; and all his faults Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the To Marcius shall be honours, though, indeed, people,

In aught he merit not. Bru. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes?

Sic.

Let's hence, and hear Sic.

Nay, but his taunts. How the despatch is made; and in what fashion, Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird the More than his singularity, he goes gods.

Upon his present action. Sic. Bemock the modest moon.

Bru.

Let's along.

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SCENE II.- Corioli. The Senate-House. cruel war I sent him; from whence he returned,

his brows bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, and Senators.

sprang not more in joy at first hearing he was a 1 Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius,

man-child, than now in first seeing he had proved That they of Rome are enter'd in our counsels,

himself a man. Ind know how we proceed.

Vir. But had he died in the business, madam ? Auf

Is it not yours?

how then ? What ever have been thought on in this state,

Vol. Then, his good report should have been my That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome son: I therein would have found issue. Hear me Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone, profess sincerely :-had I a dozen sons,—each in Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think, iny love alike, and pone less dear than thine and I have the letter here; yes, here it is :- [Reads. my good Marcius, I had rather had eleven die ** They have press'd a power, but it is not known nobly for their country, than one voluptuously surWhether for east, or west. The dearth is great;

feit out of action. The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd,

Enter a Gentlewoman. Cominius, Marcius your old enemy, (Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,)

Gent. Madam, the lady Valeria is come to visit And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,

you. These three lead on this preparation

Vir. 'Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself. Whither 'tis bent: most likely, 'tis for you.

Vol. Indeed, you shall not. Consider of it."

Methinks, I hear hither your husband's drum, 1 Sen. Our army's in the field.

See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair; We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready

As children from a bear the Volsces shunning him: To answer us.

Methinks, I see him stamp thus, and call thus,Auf. Nor did you think it folly,

Come on, you cowards ! you were got in fear, To keep your great pretences veil'd, till when Though you were born in Rome.” His bloody brow They needs must show themselves; which in the

With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes, hatching,

Like to a harvest-man, that's task'd to mow It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery,

Or all, or lose his hire. We shall be shorten'd in our aim; which was, Vir. His bloody brow? O, Jupiter! no blood. To take in many towns, ere, almost, Rome

Vol. Away, you fool! it more becomes a man, Should know we were afoot.

Than gilt his trophy: the breasts of Hecuba, 2 Sen.

Noble Aufidius,

When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier Take your commission; hie you to your bands. Than Hector's forehead, when it spit forth blood Let us alone to guard Corioli :

At Grecian swords contemning.–Tell Valeria, If they set down before 's, for the remove

We are fit to bid her welcome. [Erit Gent. Bring up your army; but, I think, you'll find Vir. Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius ! They've not prepar'd for us.

Vol. He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee, Auf.

O! doubt not that; And tread upon his neck. I speak from certainties. Nay, more;

Re-enter Gentlewoman, with VALERIA, and her Some parcels of their power are forth already,

Usher.
And only hitherward. I leave your honours.
If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet,

Val. My ladies both, good day to you. 'Tis sworn between us, we shall ever strike

Vol. Sweet madam,-
Till one can do no more.

Vir. I am glad to see your ladyship.
All.
The gods assist you!

Val. How do you both ? you are manifest house-
Auf. And keep your honours safe!

keepers. What are you sewing here? A fine spot, 1 Sen.

Farewell.

in good faith.-How does your little son ? 2 Sen.

Farewell. Vir. I thank your ladyship; well, good madam. All. Farewell.

[Ereunt.

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, SCENE III.—Rome. An Apartment in Marcius'

'tis a very pretty boy. O'my troth, I looked upon House.

him o' Wednesday half an hour together: he has

such a confirmed countenance. I saw him run En VOLUMNIA, and VIRGILIA. They sit down on two low stools, and sew.

after a gilded butterfly; and when he caught it, he

let it go again; and after it again ; and over and Vol. I pray you, daughter, sing; or express over he comes, and up again; catched it again : or yourself in a more comfortable sort. If my son whether his fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did were my husband, I should freelier rejoice in that so set his teeth, and tear it; 0! I warrant, how absence wherein he won honour, than in the he mammocked it! embracements of his bed, where he would show Vol. One of his father's moods. most love. When yet he was but tender-bodied, Val. Indeed la, 'tis a noble child. and the only son of my womb; when youth with Vir. A crack, madam. comeliness plucked all gaze his way; when, for a Val. Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must day of king's entreaties, a mother should not sell have you play the idle huswife with me this afterhim an hour from her beholding; 1,-considering how honour would become such a person; that it Vir. No, good madam ; I will not out of doors. was no better than picture-like to hang by the wall, Val. Not out of doors! if renown made it not stir,—was pleased to let him Vol. She shall, she shall. seek danger where he was like to find fame. To a Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience: I will not

noon.

wars.

over the threshold, till my lord return from the say, all the yarn she spun in Ulysses' absence did

but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come: I would, you Vol. Fie! you confine yourself most unreason cambric were sensible as your finger, that you ably. Come; you must go visit the good lady that might leave pricking it for pity. Come, you shall lies in.

go with us. Vir. I will wish her speedy strength, and visit Vir. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I her with my prayers; but I cannot go thither. will not forth. Vol. Why, I pray you ?

Val. In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell Fus Vir. 'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love. excellent news of your husband. Val. You would be another Penelope ; yet, they Vir. O! good madam, there can be none yet.

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Val. Verily, I do not jest with you: there came

SCENE IV.Before Corioli. news from him last night. Vir. Indeed, madam?

Enter, with drum and colours, Marcius, Titus Val. In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator

LARTIUS, Officers, and Soldiers. To them a speak it. Thus it is :—The Volsces have an army

Messenger. forth, against whom Cominius the general is gone, Mar. Yonder comes news:—a wager, they have with one part of our Roman power: your lord, and

met. Titus Lartius, are set down before their city Corioli; Lart. My horse to yours, no. they nothing doubt prevailing, and to make it brief Mar.

'Tis done. wars. This is true on mine honour; and so, I pray, Lart.

Agreed. go with us.

Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy? Vir. Give me excuse, good madam ; I will obey Mess. They lie in view, but have not spoke as yet. you in every thing hereafter.

Lart. So, the good horse is mine. Vol. Let her alone, lady : as she is now, she will Mar.

I'll buy him of you. but disease our better mirth.

Lart. No, I'll nor sell, nor give him : lend you Val. In troth, I think, she would.—Fare you

him I will, well then.—Come, good sweet lady.—Prythee, For half a hundred years.—Summon the town. Virgilia, turn thy solemness out o' door, and go Mar. How far off lie these armies? along with us.

Mess.

Within this mile and half. Vir. No, at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they I wish you much mirth. Val. Well then, Farewell.

[Exeunt. Il Now, Mars, I pr’ythee, make us quick in work,

ours.

That we with smoking swords may march from With Alight and agued fear! Mend, and charge hence,

home, To help our fielded friends !—Come, blow thy blast. Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe,

And make my wars on you: look to't: come on; A parley sounded. Enter, on the walls, two Senators,

If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives, and others.

As they us to our trenches follow. Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls ? 1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than he,

Another alarum. The Volsces and Romans re-enter, That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums

and the fight is renewed. The Volsces relire into [Drums afar off.

Corioli, and Marcius follows them to the gates. Are bringing forth our youth: we'll break our walls, So, now the gates are ope :-now prove good Rather than they shall pound us up. Our gates,

seconds. Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn'd with 'Tis for the followers fortune widens them, rushes;

Not for the fliers : mark me, and do the like. They'll open of themselves. Hark you, far off;

[He enters the gates, and is shut in. [Alarum afar off 1 Sol. Fool-hardiness! not I. There is Aufidius: list, what work he makes

2 Sol.

Nor I. Amongst your cloven army.

3 Sol. See, they have shut him in. Mar. 0! they are at it.

[Alarum continues. Lart. Their noise be our instruction.—Ladders, All.

To the pot I warrant him. ho!

Enter Titus LaRTIUS. The Volsces enter, and pass over the stage. Lart. What is become of Marcius ? Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their city. All.

Slain, sir, doubtless. Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight 1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels, With hearts more proof than shields.—Advance, With them he enters; who, upon the sudden, brave Titus:

Clapp'd-to their gates : he is himself alone,
They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, To answer all the city.
Which makes me sweat with wrath.—Come on, Lart.

O noble fellow!
my fellows :

Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword, He that retires, I'll take him for a Volsce,

And, when it bows, stands up. Thou art left, And he shall feel mine edge.

Marcius :
Alarum, and ereunt Romans and Volsces, fighting. Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier

A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
The Romans are beaten back to their trenches.
Re-enter Marcius enraged.

Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible

Only in strokes; but, with thy grim Jooks, and
Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you, The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,
You shames of Rome! you herd of— Boils and Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world
plagues

Were feverous, and did tremble.
Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd
Further than seen, and one infect another

Re-enter Marcius, bleeding, assaulted by the Enemy. Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese, 1 Sol.

Look, sir ! That bear the shapes of men, how have you run Lart.

O'tis Marcius! From slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell! Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale

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SCENE V.- Within the Town. A Street. How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour,

And bring thy news so late?
Enter certain Romans, with spoils.

Mess.

Spies of the Volsces 1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome.

Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel 2 Rom. And I this.

Three or four miles about; else had I, sir, 3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver. Half an hour since brought my report. [Alarum continues still afar off.

Enter Marcius. Enter MARCIUS, and Titus LARTius, with a

Com.

Who's yonder. Trumpet.

That does appear as he were flay'd ? O gods! Mar. See here these movers, that do prize their He has the stamp of Marcius, and I have hours

Before-time seen him thus. At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons,

Mar.

Come I too late? Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would

Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves,

tabor, Ere yet the fight be done, pack up.-Down with More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue them!

From every meaner man. And hark, what noise the general makes.-To him! Mar.

Come I too late? There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,

Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, Piercing our Romans : then, valiant Titus, take But mantled in your own. Convenient numbers to make good the city,

Mar.

O! let me clip you Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste In arms as sound, as when I woo'd; in heart To help Cominius.

As merry, as when our nuptial day was done, Lart.

Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; And tapers burn'd to bedward. Thy exercise hath been too violent

Com.

Flower of warriors, For a second course of fight.

How is't with Titus Lartius ? Mar.

Sir, praise me not; Mar. As with a man busied about decrees : My work hath yet not warm'd me. Fare you well. Condemning some to death, and some to exile ; The blood I drop is rather physical

Ransoming him, or pitying, threatening the other; Than dangerous to me. To Aufidius thus

Holding Corioli in the name of Rome, I will appear, and fight.

Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, Lart.

Now the fair goddess, Fortune, To let him slip at will. Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms

Com.

Where is that slave, Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman, Which told me they had beat you to your trenches! Prosperity be thy page!

Where is he? Call him hither.
Mar.
Thy friend no less
Mar.

Let him alone, Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell. He did inform the truth: but for our GentlemenLart. Thou worthiest Marcius !

The common file, (A plague !-Tribunes for them?)

[Exit Marcius. The mouse ne'er shunnid the cat, as they did budge Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place; From rascals worse than they. Call thither all the officers of the town,

Com.

But how prevail'd you ! Where they shall know our mind. Away!

Mar. Will the time serve to tell ? I do not [Exeunt.

think

Where is the enemy? Are you lords o' the field ! SCENE VI.—Near the Camp of Cominius. If not, why cease you till you are so ?

Com. Marcius, we have at disadvantage fought, Enter Cominius, and Forces, as in retreat.

And did retire to win our purpose. Com. Breathe you, my friends. Well fought: Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on we are come off

which side Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, They have plac'd their men of trust? Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,

Com.

As I
guess,

Marcius,
We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have struck, Their bands i' the vaward are the Antiates,
By interims and conveying gusts, we have heard Of their best trust: o'er them Aufidius,
The charges of our friends.— The Roman gods Their very

heart of hope. Lead their successes as we wish our own,

Mar.

I do beseech you, That both our powers, with smiling fronts encoun- By all the battles wherein we have fought, tering,

By the blood we have shed together, by the vows May give you thankful sacrifice !

We have made to endure friends, that you directly Enter a Messenger.

Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiates;

And that you not delay the present, but,

Thy news? Filling the air with swords advanc'd and darts, Mess. The citizens of Corioli have issued, We prove this very hour. And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle :

Com.

Though I could wish I saw our party to their trenches driven,

You were conducted to a gentle bath, And then I came away.

And balms applied to you, yet dare I never Com.

Though thou speak'st truth, Deny your asking. Take your choice of those Methinks, thou speak’st not well. How long is't That best can aid your action. since ?

Mar.

Those are they Mess. Above an hour, my lord.

That most are willing.-If any such be here, Com. 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their (As it were sin to doubt,) that love this painting drums:

Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear

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