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CORIOLANUS.

[Act I.

Val. You would be another Penelope: yet,they say, all the yarn she spun, in Ulysses ab-sence, did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come ;I would your cambric were sensible as your fin-ger, that you might leave pricking it for pity.Come, you shall go with us.

Vir. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed,I will not forth.

Val. In truth, la, go with me; and Ill tellyou excellent news of your husband.

Vir. O, good madam, there can be none yet.

Val. Verily, I do not jest with you; therecame news from him last night.

Vir. Indeed, madam ?

Val. In earnest, its true; I heard a senatorspeak it. Thus it is :The Voices have an ar-my forth; against whom Cominius the generalis gone, with one part of our Roman power:your lord, and Titus Lartius, are set down be-fore their city Corioli; they nothing doubt pre-vailing, and to make it brief wars. This is true,on mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us.

Vir. Give me excuse, good madam; I willobey you in every thing hereafter.

Vol. Let her alone, lady; as she is now, shewill but disease our better mirth.

Val. In troth, I think, she would:Fare youwell then.Come, good sweet lady.Prythee,Virgilia, turn thy solemness out o tloor, and goalong with us.

Vir. No: at a word, madam; indeed, I mustnot. I wish you much mirth.

Val. Well, then farewell. \_Exeunt.

SCENE I V.Before Corioli.

Enter, with drum and colours, Marcius, Titus

Lartius, Officers, and Soldiers. To them a

Messenger.

Mar. Yonder comes news:A wager, theyhave met.

Earl. My horse to yours, no.

Mar.Tis done.

Lart. Agreed.

Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy ?

Mess. They lie in view ; but have not spokeas yet.

Ijart. So, the good horse is mine.

Mar. Ill buy him of you.

Lart. No, Ill nor sell, nor give him: lendyou him, I will,

For half a hundred years.Summon the town.

Mar. How far off lie these armies?

Mess. Within this mile and half.

Mar. Then shall we hear theirlarum, andthey ours.

Now, Mars, I prythee, make us quick in work;

That we with smoking swords may march fromhence,

To help our fielded friends !Come, blow thyblast.

They sound a parley. Enter, on the walls, someSenators, and Others.

Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls ?

1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less thanhe;

Thats lesser than a little. Hark, our drums^Alarums afar off".Are bringing forth our youth: Well break ourwalls,

Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates,Which yet seem shut, we have but pinnd withrushes;

Theyll open of themselves. Hark you, far off;

|~JOther alarums.

There is Aufidius; list, what work he makesAmongst your cloven army.

Mar. O, they are at itfLart. Their noise be our instruction.Lad-ders, ho!

The Voices enter, and pass over the stage.

Mar. They fearus not, butissue forth their city.Now put your shields before your hearts, andfight

With hearts more proof than shields.Advance,brave Titus:

They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts,Which makes me sweat with -wrath.Come on,my fellows;

He that retires, Ill take him for a Voice,

And he shall feel mine edge.

Alarum., and exeunt Romans and Voices, fighting.The Romans are beaten back to their trenches.Re-enter Marcius,

Mar. All the contagion of the south light onyou,

You shames of Rome ! you herd ofBoils andplagues

Plaster you oer; that you may be abliorrdFurther than seen, and one infect anotherAgainst the wind a mile! You souls of geese,That bear the shapes of men, how have you runFrom slaves that apes would beat ? Pluto andhell!

All hurt behind; backs red, and faces paleWith flight and agued fear! Mend, and chargehome,

Or, by the fires of heaven, Ill leave the foe,And make my wars on you: look tot: Come on;If youll stand fast, well beat them to their wives,As they us to our trenches followed.

Another alarum. The Voices and, Romans re-enter, and the fight is renewed. The Voicesretire into Corioli, and Marcius follows themto the gates.

So, now the gates are ope:Now prove goodseconds:

Tis for the followers fortune widens them,

Not for the flyers : mark me, and do the like.

enters the gates, and is shut in.