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Act I, Scene 3
1Rome. A room in Marcius’ house.
2Enter Volumnia and Virgilia: they set them down on two low stools, and sew.
3VolumniaI 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, 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 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.
4VirgiliaBut had he died in the business, madam; how then?
5VolumniaThen 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 their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action
6Enter a Gentlewoman.
7GentlewomanMadam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit you.
8VirgiliaBeseech you, give me leave to retire myself.
9VolumniaIndeed, 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 Volsces 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.
10VirgiliaHis bloody brow! O Jupiter, no blood!
11VolumniaAway, 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 sword, contemning. Tell Valeria,
We are fit to bid her welcome. Exit Gentlewoman.
12VirgiliaHeavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius!
13VolumniaHe’ll beat Aufidius’ head below his knee
And tread upon his neck.
14Enter Valeria, with an Usher and Gentlewoman.
15ValeriaMy ladies both, good day to you.
16VolumniaSweet madam.
17VirgiliaI am glad to see your ladyship.
18ValeriaHow do you both? you are manifest house-keepers. What are you sewing here? A fine spot, in good faith. How does your little son?
19VirgiliaI thank your ladyship; well, good madam.
20VolumniaHe had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than look upon his schoolmaster.
21ValeriaO’ my word, the father’s son: I’ll swear, ’tis a very pretty boy. O’ my troth, I looked upon him o’ Wednesday half an hour together: has such a confirmed countenance. I saw him run after a gilded butterfly; and when he caught it, he let it go again; and after it again; and over and over he comes, and up again; catched it again; or whether his fall enraged him, or how ’twas, he did so set his teeth and tear it; O, I warrant, how he mammocked it!
22VolumniaOne on’s father’s moods.
23ValeriaIndeed, la, ’tis a noble child.
24VirgiliaA crack, madam.
25ValeriaCome, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you play the idle huswife with me this afternoon.
26VirgiliaNo, good madam; I will not out of doors.
27ValeriaNot out of doors!
28VolumniaShe shall, she shall.
29VirgiliaIndeed, no, by your patience; I’ll not over the threshold till my lord return from the wars.
30ValeriaFie, you confine yourself most unreasonably: come, you must go visit the good lady that lies in.
31VirgiliaI will wish her speedy strength, and visit her with my prayers; but I cannot go thither.
32VolumniaWhy, I pray you?
33Virgilia’Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love.
34ValeriaYou would be another Penelope: yet, they say, all the yarn she spun in Ulysses’ absence did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would your cambric were sensible as your finger, that you might leave pricking it for pity. Come, you shall go with us.
35VirgiliaNo, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth.
36ValeriaIn truth, la, go with me; and I’ll tell you excellent news of your husband.
37VirgiliaO, good madam, there can be none yet.
38ValeriaVerily, I do not jest with you; there came news from him last night.
39VirgiliaIndeed, madam?
40ValeriaIn earnest, it’s true; I heard a senator speak it. Thus it is: the Volsces have an army forth; against whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of our Roman power: your lord and Titus Lartius are set down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt prevailing and to make it brief wars. This is true, on mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us.
41VirgiliaGive me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in every thing hereafter.
42VolumniaLet her alone, lady: as she is now, she will but disease our better mirth.
43ValeriaIn troth, I think she would. Fare you well, then. Come, good sweet lady. Prithee, Virgilia, turn thy solemness out o’ door, and go along with us.
44VirgiliaNo, at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. I wish you much mirth.
45ValeriaWell, then, farewell. Exeunt.