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Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience : I will not over the threshold, till my lord return from the wars.
Val. Fye, 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 fili Ithaca full of moths. . Come; I would, your
cambric sensible as your finger, that you might leave pricking it for pity. Čome, 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 Volces 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 true, mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us.
Vir. Give me excuse, good madam ; I will obey you in every thing 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.
? Mes. They lie in view ; but have not spoke as yet. Lart. So, the good horse is mine. Mar. I'll buy him of you. Lart. No, I'll nor sell, nor give him : lend you him, I
Mar. How far off lies these armies ?
Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours
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
[Alarums afar of Are bringing forth our youth : We'll break our walls, Rather than they shall pound us up : our gates, Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn'd with rushes ; They'll open of themselves. Hark you, far off ;
[Other Alarums. There is Aufidius ; list, what work he makes Amongst your cloven army.
Mar. O, they are at it!
The Volces enter and pass over the stage.
Titus: They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, Which makes me sweat with wrath.—Come on, my felHe that retires, I'll take him for a Volce, [lows; And he shall feel mine edge. Alarum, and exeunt Romans and Volces, fighting. The Ro
mans are beaten back to their Trenches. Re-enter MARCIUS.
Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome! you herd of-Boils and plagues Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr’d
Further than seen, and one insect another
fight is renewed. The Volces retire into Corioli, and
MARCIUS follows them to the gates.
[He enters the gates, and is shut in. 1 Sol. Fool-hardiness ;
not I. 2 Sol. Nor I.
3 Sol. See, they Have shut him in.
[Alarum continues. All. To the pot, I warrant him.
Enter Titus LARTIUS.
1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels,
Lart. O noble fellow !
Re-enter Marcius bleeding, assaulted by the enemy.
Lart. 'Tis Marcius :
[They fight, and all enter the city. SCENE V.
Within the Town. A Street. Enter certain Romans, with
spoils. 1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome. 2 Rom. And I this. 3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver.
[.Alarum continues still afar off. Enter MARCIUS, and Titus LARTIUS, with a trumpet.
Mar. See here these movers, that do prize their hours At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons, Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, Ere yet the fight be done, pack up :-Down with them.-And bark, what noise the general makes !—To him ; There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius, Piercing our Romans : Then, valiant Titus, take Convenient numbers to make good the city ; Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste To help Cominius.
Lart. Worthy sir, thou bleed'st ;
Mar. Sir, praise me not :
Lart. Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
Mar. Thy friend no less
[Exit MAR -Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place ; Call thither all the officers of the town, Where they shall know our mind : Away, [Exeunt.  Make remain--is an old manner of speaking, which means no more than
SCENE VI. Near the Camp of COMINIUS. Enter COMINIUS and Forces,
retreating Com. Breathe you, my friends ; well fought. We are Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. The citizens of Corioli have issued,
Com. Though thou speak'st truth, Methinks, thou speak’st not well. How long is't since !
Mes. Above an hour, my lord.
Com. 'Tis not a mile : Briefly, we heard their drums :
Mes. Spies of the Volces
Mar. Come I too late ?
Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabor, More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue From every meaner man's.
Mar. Come I too late ?
Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
Mar. Oh! let me clip you
Com. Flower of warriors,