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The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
[Act 1, Scene 3] Enter Volumnia and Virgilia, mother and wife to Martius: They set them downe on two lowe stooles and sowe. Volum.

I pray you daughter sing, or expresse your selfe

in a more comfortable sort: If my Sonne were my Hus­

[350]

band, I should freelier reioyce in that absence wherein

he wonne Honor, then in the embracements of his Bed,

where he would shew most loue. When yet hee was but

tender‑bodied, and the onely Sonne of my womb; when

youth with comelinesse pluck'd all gaze his way; when

[355]

for a day of Kings entreaties, a Mother should not sel him

an houre from her beholding; I considering how Honour

would become such a person, that it was no better then

Picture‑like to hang by th' wall, if renowne made it not

stirre, was pleas'd to let him seeke danger, where he was

[360]

like to finde fame: To a cruell Warre I sent him, from

whence he return'd, his browes bound with Oake. I tell

thee Daughter, I sprang not more in ioy at first hearing

he was a Man‑child, then now in first seeing he had pro­

ued himselfe a man.

Virg.
[365]

But had he died in the Businesse Madame, how

then?

Volum.

Then his good report should haue beene my

Sonne, I therein would haue found issue. Heare me pro­

fesse sincerely, had I a dozen sons each in my loue alike,

[370]

and none lesse deere then thine, and my good Martius, I

had rather had eleuen dye Nobly for their Countrey, then

one voluptuously surfet out of Action.

Enter a Gentlewoman. Gent.

Madam, the lady Valeria is come to visit you.

Virg.

Beseech you giue me leaue to retire my selfe.

Volum.
[375]
Indeed you shall not: Me thinkes, I heare hither your Husbands Drumme: See him plucke Auffidius downe by th'haire: (As children from a Beare) the Volces shunning him: Me thinkes I see him stampe thus, and call thus,
[380]
Come on you Cowards, you were got in feare Though you were borne in Rome; his bloody brow With his mail'd hand, then wiping, forth he goes Like to a Haruest man, that task'd to mowe Or all, or loose his hyre.
Virg.
[385]

His bloody Brow? Oh Iupiter, no blood.

Volum. Away you Foole; it more becomes a man Then gilt his Trophe. The brests of Hecuba When she did suckle Hector, look'd not louelier Then Hectors forhead, when it spit forth blood
[390]
At Grecian sword. Contenning, tell Valeria We are fit to bid her welcome.
Exit Gent. Vir.

Heauens blesse my Lord from fell Auffidius

Vol. Hee'l beat Auffidius head below his knee, And treade vpon his necke. Enter Valeria with an Vsher, and a Gentlewoman. Val.
[395]

My Ladies both good day to you.

Vol.

Sweet Madam.

Vir.

I am glad to see your Ladyship.

Val.

How do you both? You are manifest house‑kee­

pers. What are you sowing heere? A fine spotte in good

[400]

faith. How does your little Sonne?

Vir.

I thanke your Lady‑ship: Well good Madam.

Vol.

He had rather see the swords, and heare a Drum,

then looke vpon his Schoolmaster.

Val.

A my word the Fathers Sonne: Ile sweare 'tis a

[405]

very pretty boy. A my troth, I look'd vpon him a Wens­

day halfe an houre together: ha's such a confirm'd coun­

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tenance. I saw him run after a gilded Butterfly, & when

he caught it, he let it go againe, and after it againe, and o­

uer and ouer he comes, and vp againe: catcht it again: or

[410]

whether his fall enrag'd him, or how 'twas, hee did so set

his teeth, and teare it. Oh, I warrant how he mammockt

it.

Vol.

One on's Fathers moods.

Val.

Indeed la, tis a Noble childe.

Virg.
[415]

A Cracke Madam.

Val.

Come, lay aside your stitchery, I must haue you

play the idle Huswife with me this afternoone.

Virg.

No (good Madam)

I will not out of doores.

Val.
[420]

Not out of doores?

Volum.

She shall, she shall.

Virg.

Indeed no, by your patience; Ile not ouer the

threshold, till my Lord returne from the Warres.

Val.

Fye, you confine your selfe most vnreasonably:

[425]

Come, you must go visit the good Lady that lies in.

Virg.

I will wish her speedy strength, and visite her

with my prayers: but I cannot go thither.

Volum.

Why I pray you.

Vlug.

'Tis not to saue labour, nor that I want loue.

Val.
[430]

You would be another Penelope: yet they say, all

the yearne she spun in Vlisses absence, did but fill Athica

full of Mothes. Come, I would your Cambrick were sen­

sible as your finger, that you might leaue pricking it for

pitie. Come you shall go with vs.

Vir.
[435]

No good Madam, pardon me, indeed I will not

foorth.

Val.

In truth la go with me, and Ile tell you excellent

newes of your Husband.

Virg.

Oh good Madam, there can be none yet.

Val.
[440]

Verily I do not iest with you: there came newes

from him last night.

Vir.

Indeed Madam.

Val.

In earnest it's true; I heard a Senatour speake it.

Thus it is: the Volcies haue an Army forth, against whō whom

[445]

Cominius the Generall is gone, with one part of our Ro­

mane power. Your Lord, and Titus Lartius, are set down

before their Citie Carioles, they nothing doubt preuai­

ling, and to make it breefe Warres. This is true on mine

Honor, and so I pray go with vs.

Virg.
[450]

Giue me excuse good Madame, I will obey you

in euery thing heereafter.

Vol. Let her alone Ladie, as she is now: She will but disease our better mirth. Valeria. In troth I thinke she would:
[455]
Fare you well then. Come good sweet Ladie. Prythee Virgilia turne thy solemnesse out a doore, And go along with vs.
Virgil. No At a word Madam; Indeed I must not,
[460]
I wish you much mirth.
Val.

Well, then farewell.

Exeunt. Ladies.
[Act 1, Scene 4] Enter Martius, Titus Lartius, with Drumme and Co­ lours, with Captaines and Souldiers, as before the City Corialus: to them a Messenger. Martius. Yonder comes Newes: A Wager they haue met. Lar.

My horse to yours, no.

Mar.
[465]

Tis done.

Lart.

Agreed.

Mar.

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[Act 1, Scene 3] Enter Volumnia and Virgilia, mother and wife to Martius: They set them downe on two lowe stooles and sowe. Volum.

I pray you daughter sing, or expresse your selfe

in a more comfortable sort: If my Sonne were my Hus­

[350]

band, I should freelier reioyce in that absence wherein

he wonne Honor, then in the embracements of his Bed,

where he would shew most loue. When yet hee was but

tender‑bodied, and the onely Sonne of my womb; when

youth with comelinesse pluck'd all gaze his way; when

[355]

for a day of Kings entreaties, a Mother should not sel him

an houre from her beholding; I considering how Honour

would become such a person, that it was no better then

Picture‑like to hang by th' wall, if renowne made it not

stirre, was pleas'd to let him seeke danger, where he was

[360]

like to finde fame: To a cruell Warre I sent him, from

whence he return'd, his browes bound with Oake. I tell

thee Daughter, I sprang not more in ioy at first hearing

he was a Man‑child, then now in first seeing he had pro­

ued himselfe a man.

Virg.
[365]

But had he died in the Businesse Madame, how

then?

Volum.

Then his good report should haue beene my

Sonne, I therein would haue found issue. Heare me pro­

fesse sincerely, had I a dozen sons each in my loue alike,

[370]

and none lesse deere then thine, and my good Martius, I

had rather had eleuen dye Nobly for their Countrey, then

one voluptuously surfet out of Action.

Enter a Gentlewoman. Gent.

Madam, the lady Valeria is come to visit you.

Virg.

Beseech you giue me leaue to retire my selfe.

Volum.
[375]
Indeed you shall not: Me thinkes, I heare hither your Husbands Drumme: See him plucke Auffidius downe by th'haire: (As children from a Beare) the Volces shunning him: Me thinkes I see him stampe thus, and call thus,
[380]
Come on you Cowards, you were got in feare Though you were borne in Rome; his bloody brow With his mail'd hand, then wiping, forth he goes Like to a Haruest man, that task'd to mowe Or all, or loose his hyre.
Virg.
[385]

His bloody Brow? Oh Iupiter, no blood.

Volum. Away you Foole; it more becomes a man Then gilt his Trophe. The brests of Hecuba When she did suckle Hector, look'd not louelier Then Hectors forhead, when it spit forth blood
[390]
At Grecian sword. Contenning, tell Valeria We are fit to bid her welcome.
Exit Gent. Vir.

Heauens blesse my Lord from fell Auffidius

Vol. Hee'l beat Auffidius head below his knee, And treade vpon his necke. Enter Valeria with an Vsher, and a Gentlewoman. Val.
[395]

My Ladies both good day to you.

Vol.

Sweet Madam.

Vir.

I am glad to see your Ladyship.

Val.

How do you both? You are manifest house‑kee­

pers. What are you sowing heere? A fine spotte in good

[400]

faith. How does your little Sonne?

Vir.

I thanke your Lady‑ship: Well good Madam.

Vol.

He had rather see the swords, and heare a Drum,

then looke vpon his Schoolmaster.

Val.

A my word the Fathers Sonne: Ile sweare 'tis a

[405]

very pretty boy. A my troth, I look'd vpon him a Wens­

day halfe an houre together: ha's such a confirm'd coun­

tenance. I saw him run after a gilded Butterfly, & when

he caught it, he let it go againe, and after it againe, and o­

uer and ouer he comes, and vp againe: catcht it again: or

[410]

whether his fall enrag'd him, or how 'twas, hee did so set

his teeth, and teare it. Oh, I warrant how he mammockt

it.

Vol.

One on's Fathers moods.

Val.

Indeed la, tis a Noble childe.

Virg.
[415]

A Cracke Madam.

Val.

Come, lay aside your stitchery, I must haue you

play the idle Huswife with me this afternoone.

Virg.

No (good Madam)

I will not out of doores.

Val.
[420]

Not out of doores?

Volum.

She shall, she shall.

Virg.

Indeed no, by your patience; Ile not ouer the

threshold, till my Lord returne from the Warres.

Val.

Fye, you confine your selfe most vnreasonably:

[425]

Come, you must go visit the good Lady that lies in.

Virg.

I will wish her speedy strength, and visite her

with my prayers: but I cannot go thither.

Volum.

Why I pray you.

Vlug.

'Tis not to saue labour, nor that I want loue.

Val.
[430]

You would be another Penelope: yet they say, all

the yearne she spun in Vlisses absence, did but fill Athica

full of Mothes. Come, I would your Cambrick were sen­

sible as your finger, that you might leaue pricking it for

pitie. Come you shall go with vs.

Vir.
[435]

No good Madam, pardon me, indeed I will not

foorth.

Val.

In truth la go with me, and Ile tell you excellent

newes of your Husband.

Virg.

Oh good Madam, there can be none yet.

Val.
[440]

Verily I do not iest with you: there came newes

from him last night.

Vir.

Indeed Madam.

Val.

In earnest it's true; I heard a Senatour speake it.

Thus it is: the Volcies haue an Army forth, against whō whom

[445]

Cominius the Generall is gone, with one part of our Ro­

mane power. Your Lord, and Titus Lartius, are set down

before their Citie Carioles, they nothing doubt preuai­

ling, and to make it breefe Warres. This is true on mine

Honor, and so I pray go with vs.

Virg.
[450]

Giue me excuse good Madame, I will obey you

in euery thing heereafter.

Vol. Let her alone Ladie, as she is now: She will but disease our better mirth. Valeria. In troth I thinke she would:
[455]
Fare you well then. Come good sweet Ladie. Prythee Virgilia turne thy solemnesse out a doore, And go along with vs.
Virgil. No At a word Madam; Indeed I must not,
[460]
I wish you much mirth.
Val.

Well, then farewell.

Exeunt. Ladies.
 

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      <lb n="451"/>in euery thing heereafter.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-vlm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Vol.</speaker>
      <l n="452">Let her alone Ladie, as she is now:</l>
      <l n="453">She will but disease our better mirth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-val">
      <speaker rend="italic">Valeria.</speaker>
      <l n="454">In troth I thinke she would:</l>
      <l n="455">Fare you well then. Come good sweet Ladie.</l>
      <l n="456">Prythee<hi rend="italic">Virgilia</hi>turne thy solemnesse out a doore,</l>
      <l n="457">And go along with vs.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-vir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Virgil.</speaker>
      <l n="458">No</l>
      <l n="459">At a word Madam; Indeed I must not,</l>
      <l n="460">I wish you much mirth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-val">
      <speaker rend="italic">Val.</speaker>
      <p n="461">Well, then farewell.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exeunt. Ladies.</stage>
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