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(To break the heart of generosity," Ànd make bold power look pale,) they threw their

caps As they would hang them on the horns o'the moon, Shouting their emulation. Men,

What is granted them? Mar. Five tribunes, to defend their vulgar wis

doms,
Of their own choice: One's Junius Brutus,
Sicinius Velutus, and I know not 'Sdeath!
The rabble should have first unroofd the city,
Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time
Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes
For insurrection's arguing.'
Men.

This is strange.
Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments!

Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Where's Caius Marcius?
Mar.

Here: What's the matter?
Mess. The news is, sir, the Volces are in arms.
Mar. I am glad on't; then we shall have means to

vent Our musty superfluity:-See, our best elders. Enter COMINIUS, Titus LARTIUS, and other Senators; JUNIUS BRUTUS, and SICINIUS VELUTUS. 1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately

told us;

in the heart of generosity,] To give the final blow to the nobles. Generosity is high birth.

8 Shouting their emulation.] Emulation, in the present instance, perhaps, signifies faction. Shouting their emulation, may mean, expressing the triumph of their faction by shouts. Emulation, in our author, is sometimes used in an unfavourable sense, and not to imply an honest contest for superior excellence. ģ For insurrection's arguing.] For insurgents to debate upon. VOL. VII.

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I Sen.

The Volces are in arms.
Mar.

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.
Com.

You have fought together. Mar. Were half to half the world by the ears,

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

Then, worthy Marcius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars.

Com. It is your former promise.
Mar.

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?
Tit.

No, Caius Marcius;
I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other,
Ere stay behind this business.
Men.

O, true bred! I Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where, I

know, Our greatest friends attend us. Tit.

Lead

you on:
Follow, Cominius; we must follow you;
Right worthy you priority.
Com.

Noble Lartius! 1. Sen. Hence! To your homes, be

gone.

[To the Citizens. Mar.

Nay, let them follow: The Volces have mucli corn; take these rats thither,

· Right worthy you priority.) You being right worthy of precedence.

To gnaw

their garners:-Worshipful mutineers, Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.

[Exeunt Senators, Com. 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 peo

ple, Bru. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes? 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: he is grown
Too proud to be so valiant.
Sic..

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.
Bru.

Fame, at the which he aims,-
In whom already he is well grac’d,—cannot
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!
Sic.

Besides, if things go well, Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall

? Your valeur puts well forth:] That is, You have in this mutiny shown fair blossoms of valour.

to gird-] To sneer, to gibe * The present wurs devour him: he is grown

Too proud to be so raliant.) He is grown too proud to be so raliant, may signify, his pride is such as not to deserve the accompanyment of so much valour.

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Of his demerits rob Cominius,
Bru.

Come:
Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius,
Though Marcius earn'd thein 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,
More than in singularity, he goes
Upon his present action.
Bru.

[Exeunt.

Let's along.

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,
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: [Reads.
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

old

enemy, (Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,)

your

5 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,
These three lead on this preparation
Whither 'tis bent: most likely, 'tis for you:
Consider of it.

1 Sen. Our army's in the field:
We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready
To answer us.
Auf Nor did

you

think it folly, To keep your great pretences veild, 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 you to your bands:
Let us alone to guard Corioli:
If they set down before us, for the remove
Bring up your army; but, I think, you'll find
They have not prepar'd for us.
Auf.

O, doubt not that;
I speak from certainties. Nay, more.
Some parcels of their powers are forth already,
And only hitherward. I leave your honours.
If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet,
'Tis sworn between us, we shall never strike
Till one can do no more.
All.

The gods assist you! Auf. And keep your honours safe! 1 Sen.

Farewell. 2 Sen.

Farewell. All. Farewell.

[Exeunt.

? To take in many towns,] To take in is here, as in many other, places, to subdue.

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