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Act I, Scene 3

Rome. A room in Martius' house.
[Enter VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA they set them down on two low stools, and sew]
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 honor 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 honor 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.
But had he died in the business, madam; how then?
Then 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 Martius, I had rather had eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
[Enter a Gentlewoman]
Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit you.
Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself.
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      Indeed | you shall not:  ????
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      Methinks,| I hear | hither | your hus|band's drum:
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      See him | pluck Au|fidius | down by | the hair,
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      (As chil|dren from a | bear) the | Volces | shunning him:
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      Methinks | I see him | stamp thus, and call | thus:   ??
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      Come^on | you cow|ards, you | were got | in fear
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      Though you | were born | in Rome;| his bloo|dy brow
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      With his / mailed hand | then wi|ping, forth | he goes
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      Like to | a har|vest-man,| that's tasked | to mow
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      Or all,| or lose | his hire.  \\
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      His bloo|dy brow?| O Ju|piter,/ no blood.
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      Away | you fool;| it more | becomes | a man
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      Than gilt | his tro|phy: the | breasts of | Hecuba*,
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      When she | did suckle | Hector,| looked not^|lovelier
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      Than Hec|tor's fore|head when it | spit forth blood
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      At Gre|cian sword.| Contem|ning, tell | Vale||ria,
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      We | are fit | to bid | her wel|come.
[Exit Gentlewoman]
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      Heavens | bless my | lord from | fell Au|fidius.
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      He'll beat | Aufi|dius' head | below | his knee
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      And tread | upon | his neck.  \\
[Enter VALERIA, with an Usher and Gentlewoman]
My ladies both good day to you.
Sweet madam.
I am glad to see your ladyship.
How do you both? you are manifest house-keepers.
What are you sewing here? A fine spot, in good
faith. How does your little son?
I thank your ladyship; well, good madam.
He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than look upon his school-master.
On my word, the father's son: I'll swear,'tis a very pretty boy. On my troth, I looked upon him on 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 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 it, how he mammocked it!
One on his father's moods.
Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.
A crack, madam.
Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you play the idle housewife with me this afternoon.
No, good madam; I will not out of doors.
Not out of doors!
She shall, she shall.
Indeed, no, by your patience; I'll not over the threshold till my lord return from the wars.
Fie, you confine yourself most unreasonably: come, you must go visit the good lady that lies in.
I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her with my prayers; but I cannot go thither.
Why, I pray you?
'Tis not to save labor, nor that I want love.
You 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.
No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth.
In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you excellent news of your husband.
O, good madam, there can be none yet.
Verily, I do not jest with you; there came news from him last night.
Indeed, madam?
In earnest it's true; I heard a senator speak it. Thus it is: the Volces 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 honor; and so, I pray, go with us.
Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in every thing hereafter.
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      Let her | alone | lady,| as she | is now,
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      She will | but di|sease our | better | mirth.
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      In troth,| I think | she would.
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      Fare you | well then*.| Come good sweet | lady.
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      Prithee Vir|gilia,| turn thy | solem|ness out || of door.
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      And go | along | with us.
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      At a word | madam,| indeed | I must | not,
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      I wish | you much | mirth.
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                                 Well, then | farewell.

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