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Enter Cominius, Titus Lartius, and other Senators ;
Junius Brutus, and Sicinius Velutus. , 1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately
The Volces are in arms.
They have a leader,
You have fought together.
Then, worthy Marcius,
Cominius to these wars.
Sir, it is;
No, Caius Marcius;
0, true bred!
know, Our greatest friends attend us. Tit...
Follow, Cominius; we must follow you;
[To the Citizens. Mar.
Nay, let them follow: The Volces have much corn; take these rats thither, 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
his lip, and eyes? Sic.
Nay, but his taunts.
Bru. The present wars devour him: he is grown
Such a nature,
Fame, at the which he aims, -
To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure
Besides, if things go well,
Let's hence, and hear
Enter Tullus Aufidius, and certain Senators.
Is it not yours?
I have the letter here; yes, here it is; (reads.
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.
O, doubt not that;
'Tis sworn between us, we shall ever strike !!!:) Till one can do no more. AU.
The gods assist you ! Auf. And keep your honours safe! 1 Sen.
Farewel. 2 Sen.
Farewel. All. Farewel.
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-body’d, and the only son of my womb; when youth with comeliness pluck'd 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 hiin; from whence he return'd, his brows bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, -I sprang not more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child,