Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
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Enter Volumnia and Virgilia, mother and wife to Martius:
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They set them downe on two lowe stooles and sowe.
365he wonne Honor, then in the embracements of his Bed,
¶tender-bodied, and the onely Sonne of my womb; when
370an houre from her beholding; I considering how Honour
¶Picture-like to hang by th' wall, if renowne made it not
¶like to finde fame: To a cruell Warre I sent him, from
375whence he return'd, his browes bound with Oake. I tell
¶ued himselfe a man.
380then?
385had rather had eleuen dye Nobly for their Countrey, then
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Enter a Gentlewoman.
¶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:
395Come 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
¶Or all, or loose his hyre.
400Virg. His bloody Brow? Oh Iupiter, no blood.
¶Volum. Away you Foole; it more becomes a man
¶Then gilt his Trophe. The brests of Hecuba
¶Then Hectors forhead, when it spit forth blood
405At Grecian sword. Contenning, tell Valeria
¶We are fit to bid her welcome.
Exit Gent.
¶Vol. Hee'l beat Auffidius head below his knee,
¶And treade vpon his necke.
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Enter Valeria with an Vsher, and a Gentlewoman.
¶Val. My Ladies both good day to you.
¶Vol. Sweet Madam.
¶faith. How does your little Sonne?
¶then looke vpon his Schoolmaster.
¶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-
425uer and ouer he comes, and vp againe: catcht it again: or
¶his teeth, and teare it. Oh, I warrant how he mammockt
¶it.
¶Vol. One on's Fathers moods.
430Val. Indeed la, tis a Noble childe.
¶Virg. A Cracke Madam.
¶play the idle Huswife with me this afternoone.
¶Virg. No (good Madam)
435I will not out of doores.
¶Val. Not out of doores?
¶Virg. Indeed no, by your patience; Ile not ouer the
¶threshold, till my Lord returne from the Warres.
¶with my prayers: but I cannot go thither.
¶Volum. Why I pray you.
¶full of Mothes. Come, I would your Cambrick were sen-
¶sible as your finger, that you might leaue pricking it for
450pitie. Come you shall go with vs.
¶Vir. 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.
455Virg. Oh good Madam, there can be none yet.
¶from him last night.
¶Vir. Indeed Madam.
460Thus it is: the Volcies haue an Army forth, against whō
¶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
465Honor, and so I pray go with vs.
¶in euery thing heereafter.
¶Fare you well then. Come good sweet Ladie.
¶And go along with vs.
¶Virgil. No
475At a word Madam; Indeed I must not,
¶I wish you much mirth.
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Enter Martius, Titus Lartius, with Drumme and Co-
¶Martius. Yonder comes Newes:
¶A Wager they haue met.
485Mar. Tis done.
¶Lart. Agreed.
Mar.
