1 Sen. Then, worthy Marcius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars. Mar. Sir, it is; And I am constant.-Titus Lartius, thou Tit. No, Caius Marcius; I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with th' 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. Follow, Cominius; we must follow you; Com. Lead you on: Noble Lartius! Nay, let them follow : 1 Sen. Hence! To your homes, be Mar. The Volces have much corn; take these rats thither, To gnaw their garners:-Worshipful mutineers, Your valour puts well forth; pray, follow. [Exeunt Senators, Coм. MAR. TIT. and MENEN. Citizens steal away. Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? Bru. He has no equal. Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the peoBru. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes? ple, Sic. Nay, but his taunts. Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird' the gods. Sic. Be-mock the modest moon. Bru. The present wars devour him :3 he is grown Too proud to be so valiant.1 Sic. 1 Such a nature, to gird, to jeer. Worthily you take the priority. * Devour his gentler qualities. Too proud to be endured. Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow Under Cominius. Bru. Fame, at the which he aims,- 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 despatch is made; and in what fashion, Upon his 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, And know how we proceed. Auf. Is it not yours? What ever hath been thought on in this state, Merits and demerits had anciently the same meaning. 2 We will learn what he is to do besides going himself; what are his powers and what is his appointment. That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome 1 Sen. Our army's in the field: To answer us. Auf. Nor did you think it folly, It seem'd, appeared to Rome. By the discovery, 2 Sen. Take your Noble Aufidius, bands: hie If they set down before us, for the remove2 Auf. To capture, to subdue. To remove them. SCENE III.-Rome. An apartment in Marcius' 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 [home], 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 kings' 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 manchild, 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 This was the Corona Civica, which was given to him that had saved the life of a citizen, and was accounted more honourable than any other. Virgil calls it Civilis Quercus, Æn. 6. 772. Atque umbrata gerunt civili tempora Quercu. 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. Vir. 'Beseech you, give me leave to retire' myself. Methinks, I hear hither your husband's drum; As children from a bear, the Volces shunning him: Vir. His bloody brow! O, Jupiter, no blood! 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 house 1 retire-used as a verb active. i. e. Than gilt becomes his trophy. |