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garners:—Worshipful mutineers, Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.
[Exeunt Senators, Com. Mar. Tit, and
Menen. Citizens steal away.
Nay, but his taunts.
Bru. The present wars devour him: he is grown
Such a nature,
Fame, at the which he aims,-
Besides, if things go well, Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall
. Your valour puts well forth:] That is, You have in this mutiny shown fair blossoms of valour.
to gird-) To sneer, to gibe. • The present wars devour him: he is grown
Too proud to be so valiant.] He is grown too proud to be so valiant, may signify, his pride is such as not to deserve the accompanyment of so much valour.
Of his demerits rob Cominius."
Let's hence, and hear How the despatch is made; and in what fashion, More than in singularity," he goes Upon his present action. Bru.
Corioli. The Senate-House.
Enter Tullus AUFIDIUS, and certain Senators.
i Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius,
Is it not yours?
s Of his demerits rob Cominius.] Merits and Demerits had anciently the same meaning.
6 More than in singularity, &c.] After what fashion, beside that. in which his own singularity of disposition invests him, he goes into the field.
And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,
1 Sen. Our army's in the field:
Auf 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. 2 Sen.
Noble Aufidius, Take your commission; hie
O, doubt not that;
The gods assist you! Auf. And keep your honours safe! i Sen.
Farewell. 2 Sen.
Farewell. All. Farewell.
* To take in many towns,] To take in is here, as in many
other places, to subdue.
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 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;8 when, for a day of kings' entreaties, a mother should not sell him an hour from her beholding; 1,-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.
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 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
when youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way;] i.e. attracted the attention of every one towards him.
brows bound with oak.] The crown given by the Romans to him that saved the life of a Citizen, which was accounted more honourable than any other.
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.
Vol. 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 Volces 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.
Vir. His bloody brow! O, Jupiter, no blood!
Vol. 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 swords contending.–Tell Valeria, We are fit to bid her welcome.
Exit Gent. 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.
Val. How do you both? you are manifest housekeepers. What, are you sewing here? A fine spot, in good faith.-How does
your little son?
With his mail'd hand then wiping,] i. e. his hand cover'd or arm'd with mail.
? A fine spot,] This expression (whatever may be the precise