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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 Messenger.
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 mufty superfluity. See, our best Elders
Enter Sicinius Velutus, Junius Brutus, Cominius, Titus Lartius, with other Senators.
ARCIUS, 'tis true, that you have lately
1 Sen. MA
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. He is a lion,
That I am proud to hunt.
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 ftrike at Tullus' face,
What, art thou stiff? ftand'st out?
Tit. No, Caius Marcius,
I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with t'other;
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
[To the Citizens.
Mar. Nay, let them follow;
The Volfcians have much Corn: take these rats thither, To gnaw their garners. Worshipful Mutineers, Your valour puts well forth; pray follow
[Exeunt. [Citizens feal away. Manent Sicinius and Brutus. Sic. Was ever man so proud, as is this Marcius? Bru. He has no equal.
Sic. When we were chofen Tribunes for the People
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 modeft Moon-
Bru. The present 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
To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure
Sic. Befides, if things go well,
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 difpatch is made; and in what fashion,
Upon this present action.
Bru. Let's along.
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 Counsels, And know how we proceed.
Auf Is it not yours
Whatever hath been thought on in this State,
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,
All. The Gods afsist you!
I Sen. Farewel.
2 Sen. Farewel.
Changes to Caius Marcius's House in Rome. Enter Volumnia and Virgilia; they fit down on two low fools, and few.
Pray you, Daughter, fing, or express yourself in a more comfortable fort: if my Son were
my Husband, I would freelier rejoice in that absence 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 comeliness 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 per-fon, 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 firft feeing 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.
Gent. Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to vifit you.
Methinks, I hither hear your Hufband's Drum:
(As children from a bear) the Volfci fhunning him: