Már. Five Tribunes to defend their vulgar Wisdoms, Win upon Power, and throw forth greater Themes Men. This is ftrange. Mar. Go get you home, you Fragments. Mef. Where's Caius Martius? Mar. Here-what's the Matter? Mef. The News is, Sir, the Volfcies are in Arms. Mar. I am glad on't, then we fhall have means to vent Our musty fuperfluity. See, our beft EldersEnter Sicinius Velutus, Junius Brutus, Cominius, Titus Lartius, with other Senators. I Sen. Martius, 'tis true, that you have lately told us, The Volfcies are in Arms. Mar. They have a Leader, Tullius Aufidius, that will put you to't. And were I any thing but what I am, I could with 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. I Sen. Then worthy Martius, Attend upon Cominius to thefe Wars. Com. It is your former promile. And I am conftant: Titus Lartius, thou Shalt fee me once more strike at Tullus's Face. What, art thou ftiff? Stand'ft out? Tit. No, Caius Martins, I'll lean upon one Crutch, and fight with t'other; E'er ftay behind this Bufinefs. Men. Oh 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 your Priority. Com. Noble Martius. 1 Sen. Hence to your Homes-be gone. [To the Citizens, Mar. Let them follow, The Volfcies have much Corn: take thefe Rats thither Exeunt. [Citizens fteal away. Manent Sicinius and Brutus. Sic. Was ever Man fo proud as is this Martins? Bru. He has no equal. Sic. When we were chofen Tribunes for the People- Sic. Nay, but his Taunts. Bru. Being mov'd, he will not fpare to gird the Gods. Sic. Be-mock the modeft Moon. Bru. The prefent Wars devour him, he is grown Too proud to be fo valiant. Sic. Such a Nature, tickled with good Succefs, difdairs 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 Sic. Befides, if things go well, Opinion, that so sticks on Martius, shall Of his demerits rob Cominius. Bru. Come; half all Cominius's Honours àre to Martins, Though Martins earn'd them not; and all his Faults To Martius fhall be Honours, though indeed In ought he merit not. Sic. Let's hence, and hear How the difpatch is made, and in what fashion, Upon this prefent Action. Br Bru. Let's along. SCENE II. Coriolus. [Exeunt Enter Tullus Aufidius with Senators of Coriolus. I Sen. So, your Opinion is, Aufidius, That they of Rome are entred in our Counsels, Auf. Is it not yours? What ever hath been thought on in this State Cominius, Martius your old Enemy, (Who is of Rome worse hated than of you) 1 Sen. Our Army's in the Field: We never yet made doubt, but Rome is ready Auf. Nor did you think it folly To keep your great pretences veil'd, 'till when They needs muft fhew themselves, which in the hatching It feem'd appear'd to Rome. By the discovery, We fhall be shortned in our Aim, which was To take in many Towns, e'er (almost) Rome 2 Sen. Noble Aufidius, Take your Commiffion, hie you to your Bands, If they fet down before's: for the remove Auf. O, doubt not that, I fpeak from Certainties. Nay more, And And only hitherward. I leave your Honours. All. The Gods affift you. Auf. And keep your Honours fafe. 1 Sen. Farewel. 2 Sen. Farewel. All Farewel. SCENE III. [Exeunt Rome. Enter Volumnia and Virgilia, They fet them down on two low Stools, and Sew. Vol. I pray you, Daughter, Sing, or express your felf 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 should fhew moft love. When yet he was but tender-bodied, and the only Son of my Womb; when Youth with Comlinefs plucked all gaze his way; when for a Day of Kings Entreaties, a Mother should 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 no more in Joy at first hearing he was a Man-child, than now in firft 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 Martius, I had rather eleven dye nobly for their Country, than one voluptuoufly furfeit out of Action. Enter a Gentlewoman. Gent. Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to vifit you. Me Methinks I hear hither your Husband's Drum: Vir. His bloody Brow! Oh Jupiter, no Blood. [Exit Gent. Enter Valeria with an Ufher, and a Gentlewoman: Vol. Sweet Madam Vir. I am glad to fee your Ladifhip Val. How do you both? You are manifeft Houfe-keepers. What are you fewing here? A fine fpot in good faith. How does your little Son? Vir. I thank your Ladifhip: Well, good Madam. Vol. He had rather fee the Swords, and hear a Drum, than look upon his School-mafter, Val. A my Word, the Father's Son: I'll fwear 'tis a very pretty Boy. A my troth I look'd on him a Wednesday half an hour together----h'as fuch a confin'd Countenance. I faw 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, and caught it again; or whether his fall enrag'd him, or how 'twas, he did fo fet his Teeth and did tear it. Oh, I warrant you he mammockt it. Vol. One o's Father's Moods. Val. Indeed la, 'tis a Noble Child. Vir. A Crack, Madam. Val. Come, lay afide your ftitchery, I must have you play the idle Hufwife with me this Afternoon. Vir. |