To Marcius shall be honours, though, indeed, In aught he merit not. Sic. Let's hence, and hear How the despatch is made; and in what fashion, Upon this present action. Bru. Let's along. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-CORIOLI. The Senate House. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS and certain Senators. 1 Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius, That they of Rome are enter'd in our counsels, Auf. 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 vail'd till when [Reads. They needs must show themselves; which in the hatching, It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery We shall be shorten'd in our aim; which was, To take in many towns ere, almost, Rome Should know we were afoot. 2 Sen. Noble Aufidius, Take your commission; hie you to your bands: If they set down before's, for the remove Auf. O, doubt not that; All. The gods assist you! Auf. And keep your honours safe! 1 Sen. 2 Sen. All. Farewell. Farewell. Farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-ROME. An Apartment in MARCIUS's House. Enter VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA: they sit down on two low stools and sew. Vol. I pray you, daughter, sing, or express yourself in a more comfortable sort: if my son were my husband, I should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he won honour than in the embracements of his bed where he would show 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 king's entreaties, a mother should not sell him an hour from her beholding; I, -considering how honour would become such a person; that it was no better than picture-like to hang by the wall if renown made it not stir,-was pleased to let him seek danger where he was like to find fame. To a cruel war I sent him; from whence he returned, his brows bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang 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 should have been my son; I therein would have found issue. Hear me profess sincerely, --had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather had eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. Enter a Gentlewoman. Gent. Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit you. Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum; As children from a bear, the Volsces shunning him: Vir. His bloody brow! O Jupiter, no blood! [Exit Gentlewoman. Vir. Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius! Vol. He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee, And tread upon his neck. Re-enter Gentlewoman, with VALERIA and her Usher. Val. My ladies both, good-day to you. Vol. Sweet madam. Vir. I am glad to see your ladyship. Val. How do you both? you are manifest 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 swords 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. O' my troth, I looked upon him o' Wednesday half an hour together: has such a confirmed countenance. I saw 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; catched it again: or whether his fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth and tear it; O, I warrant, how he mammocked it! Vol. One on's father's moods. Val. Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child. Vir. A crack, madam. 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. Val. Not out of doors! Vol. She shall, she shall. Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience; I'll not over the threshold 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? Vir. 'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love. Val. You would be another Penelope: yet they say all the yarn she spun in Ulysses' absence did but fill Ithaca full of moths. 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 excellent news of your husband. Vir. O, 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 Volsces 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 mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us. Vir. Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in everything 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. Val. Well, then, farewell. SCENE IV.-Before Corioli. [Exeunt. Enter, with drums and colours, MARCIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, Mar. Yonder comes news:-a wager they have met. Mar. Lart. 'Tis done. Agreed. Enter a Messenger. Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy? Mess. They lie in view; but have not spoke as yet. Mar. I'll buy him of you. Lart. No, I'll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I will For half a hundred years.—Summon the town. Mar. How far off lie these armies? Within this mile and half. Mess. Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours.— Now, Mars, I pr'ythee, make us quick in work, That we with smoking swords may march from hence To help our fielded friends!-Come, blow thy blast. They sound a parley. Enter, on the Walls, some Senators and others. Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls? 1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than he, That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums [Drums afar off. Are bringing forth our youth! we'll break our walls, [Alarum afar off. There is Aufidius; list what work he makes O, they are at it! Lart. Their noise be our instruction.-Ladders, ho! The Volsces enter and pass over. Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their city. Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight [Titus: With hearts more proof than shields. Advance, brave They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, Which makes me sweat with wrath.-Come on, my fellows: He that retires I'll take him for a Volsce, And he shall feel mine edge. Re-enter Alarums, and exeunt Romans and Volsces fighting. The Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you, |