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MENENIUS: What is granted them?
MARCIUS: Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms, Of their own choice: one's Junius Brutus, Sicinius Velutus, and I know not--'Sdeath!
The rabble should have first unroof'd the city, Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time Win upon power and throw forth greater themes For insurrection's arguing.
MENENIUS: This is strange.
MARCIUS: Go, get you home, you fragments!
Messenger: Where's Caius Marcius?
MARCIUS: Here: what's the matter?
Messenger: The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.
MARCIUS: I am glad on 't: then we shall ha' means to vent Our musty superfluity.
See, our best elders.
First Senator: Marcius, 'tis true that you have lately told us; The Volsces are in arms.
MARCIUS: They have a leader, Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to 't.
I sin in envying his nobility, And were I any thing but what I am, I would wish me only he.
COMINIUS: You have fought together.
MARCIUS: Were half to half the world by the ears and he.
Upon my party, I'ld revolt to make Only my wars with him: he is a lion That I am proud to hunt.
First Senator: Then, worthy Marcius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars.
COMINIUS: It is your former promise.
MARCIUS: Sir, it is; And I am constant.
Titus Lartius, thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face.
What, art thou stiff?
stand'st out?
TITUS: No, Caius Marcius; I'll lean upon one crutch and fight with t'other, Ere stay behind this business.
MENENIUS: O, true-bred!
First Senator: Your company to the Capitol; where, I know, Our greatest friends attend us.
TITUS: COMINIUS: Noble Marcius!
First Senator: MARCIUS: Nay, let them follow: The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither To gnaw their garners.
Worshipful mutiners, Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.
SICINIUS: Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius?
BRUTUS: He has no equal.
SICINIUS: When we were chosen tribunes for the people,-- BRUTUS: Mark'd you his lip and eyes?
SICINIUS: Nay.
but his taunts.
BRUTUS: Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods.
SICINIUS: Be-mock the modest moon.
BRUTUS: The present wars devour him: he is grown Too proud to be so valiant.
SICINIUS: Such a nature, Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow Which he treads on at noon: but I do wonder His insolence can brook to be commanded Under Cominius.
BRUTUS: Fame, at the which he aims, In whom already he's well graced, can not Better be held nor more attain'd than by A place below the first: for what miscarries Shall be the general's fault, though he perform To the utmost of a man, and giddy censure Will then cry out of Marcius 'O if he Had borne the business!'
SICINIUS: Besides, if things go well, Opinion that so sticks on Marcius shall Of his demerits rob Cominius.
BRUTUS: Come: Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius.
Though Marcius earned them not, and all his faults To Marcius shall be honours, though indeed In aught he merit not.
SICINIUS: Let's hence, and hear How the dispatch is made, and in what fashion, More than his singularity, he goes Upon this present action.
BRUTUS: Lets along.
First Senator: So, your opinion is, Aufidius, That they of Rome are entered in our counsels And know how we proceed.
AUFIDIUS: Is it not yours?
What ever have been thought on in this state, That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome Had circumvention?
'Tis not four days gone Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think I have the letter here; yes, here it is.
'They have press'd a power, but it is not known Whether for east or west: the dearth is great; The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd, Cominius, Marcius your old enemy, Who is of Rome worse hated than of you, And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman, These three lead on this preparation Whither 'tis bent: most likely 'tis for you: Consider of it.'
First Senator: Our army's in the field We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready To answer us.
AUFIDIUS: Nor did you think it folly To keep your great pretences veil'd till when 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.
Second Senator: Noble Aufidius, Take your commission; hie you to your bands: Let us alone to guard Corioli: If they set down before 's, for the remove Bring your army; but, I think, you'll find They've not prepared for us.
AUFIDIUS: O, doubt not that; I speak from certainties.
Nay, more, Some parcels of their power are forth already, And only hitherward.
I leave your honours.
If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet, 'Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike Till one can do no more.
All: The gods assist you!
AUFIDIUS: And keep your honours safe!
First Senator: Farewell.
Second Senator: Farewell.
All: Farewell.
VOLUMNIA: 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 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 man-child than now in first seeing he had proved himself a man.
VIRGILIA: But had he died in the business, madam; how then?
VOLUMNIA: 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.
Gentlewoman: Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit you.
VIRGILIA: Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself.
VOLUMNIA: Indeed, you shall not.
Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum, See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair, As children from a bear, the Volsces shunning him: Methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus: 'Come on, you cowards!
you were got in fear, Though you were born in Rome:' his bloody brow With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes, Like to a harvest-man that's task'd to mow Or all or lose his hire.
VIRGILIA: His bloody brow!
O Jupiter, no blood!
VOLUMNIA: Away, you fool!
it more becomes a man Than gilt his trophy: the breasts of Hecuba, When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier Than Hector's forehead when it spit forth blood At Grecian sword, contemning.
Tell Valeria, We are fit to bid her welcome.
VIRGILIA: Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius!
VOLUMNIA: He'll beat Aufidius 'head below his knee And tread upon his neck.
VALERIA: My ladies both, good day to you.
VOLUMNIA: Sweet madam.
VIRGILIA: I am glad to see your ladyship.
VALERIA: How do you both?
you are manifest house-keepers.
What are you sewing here?
A fine spot, in good faith.
How does your little son?
VIRGILIA: I thank your ladyship; well, good madam.
VOLUMNIA: He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than look upon his school-master.
VALERIA: 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 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 it, how he mammocked it!
VOLUMNIA: One on 's father's moods.
VALERIA: Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.
VIRGILIA: A crack, madam.
VALERIA: Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you play the idle husewife with me this afternoon.
VIRGILIA: No, good madam; I will not out of doors.

MENENIUS: What is granted them?

MARCIUS: Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms, Of their own choice: one's Junius Brutus, Sicinius Velutus, and I know not--'Sdeath!

The rabble should have first unroof'd the city, Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time Win upon power and throw forth greater themes For insurrection's arguing.

MENENIUS: This is strange.

MARCIUS: Go, get you home, you fragments!

Messenger: Where's Caius Marcius?

MARCIUS: Here: what's the matter?

Messenger: The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.

MARCIUS: I am glad on 't: then we shall ha' means to vent Our musty superfluity.

See, our best elders.

First Senator: Marcius, 'tis true that you have lately told us; The Volsces are in arms.

MARCIUS: They have a leader, Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to 't.

I sin in envying his nobility, And were I any thing but what I am, I would wish me only he.

COMINIUS: You have fought together.

MARCIUS: Were half to half the world by the ears and he.

Upon my party, I'ld revolt to make Only my wars with him: he is a lion That I am proud to hunt.

First Senator: Then, worthy Marcius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars.

COMINIUS: It is your former promise.

MARCIUS: Sir, it is; And I am constant.

Titus Lartius, thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face.

What, art thou stiff?

stand'st out?

TITUS: No, Caius Marcius; I'll lean upon one crutch and fight with t'other, Ere stay behind this business.

MENENIUS: O, true-bred!

First Senator: Your company to the Capitol; where, I know, Our greatest friends attend us.

TITUS: COMINIUS: Noble Marcius!

First Senator: MARCIUS: Nay, let them follow: The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither To gnaw their garners.

Worshipful mutiners, Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.

SICINIUS: Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius?

BRUTUS: He has no equal.

SICINIUS: When we were chosen tribunes for the people,-- BRUTUS: Mark'd you his lip and eyes?

SICINIUS: Nay.

but his taunts.

BRUTUS: Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods.

SICINIUS: Be-mock the modest moon.

BRUTUS: The present wars devour him: he is grown Too proud to be so valiant.

SICINIUS: Such a nature, Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow Which he treads on at noon: but I do wonder His insolence can brook to be commanded Under Cominius.

BRUTUS: Fame, at the which he aims, In whom already he's well graced, can not Better be held nor more attain'd than by A place below the first: for what miscarries Shall be the general's fault, though he perform To the utmost of a man, and giddy censure Will then cry out of Marcius 'O if he Had borne the business!'

SICINIUS: Besides, if things go well, Opinion that so sticks on Marcius shall Of his demerits rob Cominius.

BRUTUS: Come: Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius.

Though Marcius earned them not, and all his faults To Marcius shall be honours, though indeed In aught he merit not.

SICINIUS: Let's hence, and hear How the dispatch is made, and in what fashion, More than his singularity, he goes Upon this present action.

BRUTUS: Lets along.

First Senator: So, your opinion is, Aufidius, That they of Rome are entered in our counsels And know how we proceed.

AUFIDIUS: Is it not yours?

What ever have been thought on in this state, That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome Had circumvention?

'Tis not four days gone Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think I have the letter here; yes, here it is.

'They have press'd a power, but it is not known Whether for east or west: the dearth is great; The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd, Cominius, Marcius your old enemy, Who is of Rome worse hated than of you, And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman, These three lead on this preparation Whither 'tis bent: most likely 'tis for you: Consider of it.'

First Senator: Our army's in the field We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready To answer us.

AUFIDIUS: Nor did you think it folly To keep your great pretences veil'd till when 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.

Second Senator: Noble Aufidius, Take your commission; hie you to your bands: Let us alone to guard Corioli: If they set down before 's, for the remove Bring your army; but, I think, you'll find They've not prepared for us.

AUFIDIUS: O, doubt not that; I speak from certainties.

Nay, more, Some parcels of their power are forth already, And only hitherward.

I leave your honours.

If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet, 'Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike Till one can do no more.

All: The gods assist you!

AUFIDIUS: And keep your honours safe!

First Senator: Farewell.

Second Senator: Farewell.

All: Farewell.

VOLUMNIA: 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 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 man-child than now in first seeing he had proved himself a man.

VIRGILIA: But had he died in the business, madam; how then?

VOLUMNIA: 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.

Gentlewoman: Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit you.

VIRGILIA: Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself.

VOLUMNIA: Indeed, you shall not.

Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum, See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair, As children from a bear, the Volsces shunning him: Methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus: 'Come on, you cowards!

you were got in fear, Though you were born in Rome:' his bloody brow With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes, Like to a harvest-man that's task'd to mow Or all or lose his hire.

VIRGILIA: His bloody brow!

O Jupiter, no blood!

VOLUMNIA: Away, you fool!

it more becomes a man Than gilt his trophy: the breasts of Hecuba, When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier Than Hector's forehead when it spit forth blood At Grecian sword, contemning.

Tell Valeria, We are fit to bid her welcome.

VIRGILIA: Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius!

VOLUMNIA: He'll beat Aufidius 'head below his knee And tread upon his neck.

VALERIA: My ladies both, good day to you.

VOLUMNIA: Sweet madam.

VIRGILIA: I am glad to see your ladyship.

VALERIA: How do you both?

you are manifest house-keepers.

What are you sewing here?

A fine spot, in good faith.

How does your little son?

VIRGILIA: I thank your ladyship; well, good madam.

VOLUMNIA: He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than look upon his school-master.

VALERIA: 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 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 it, how he mammocked it!

VOLUMNIA: One on 's father's moods.

VALERIA: Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.

VIRGILIA: A crack, madam.

VALERIA: Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you play the idle husewife with me this afternoon.

VIRGILIA: No, good madam; I will not out of doors.