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[Scene III.]

Enter Volumnia and Uirgilia, mother and wife to Martius:

They ſet them downe on two lowe ſtooles and ſowe.

I pray you daughter ſing, or expreſſe your ſelfe
in a more comfortable ſort: If my Sonne were my Huſ-
band, I ſhould freelier reioyce in that abſence wherein
he wonne Honor, then in the embracements of his Bed,
where he would ſhey 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
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
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.

But had he died in the Buſineſſe Madame, how

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,
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.

Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to viſit you.

Beſeech you giue me leaue to retire my ſelfe.

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,
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.

His bloody Brow? Oh Iupiter, no blood.

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
At Grecian ſword. Contenning, tell Valeria
We are fit to bid her welcome. Exit Gent.

Heauens bleſſe my Lord from fell Auffidius.

Hee'l beat Auffidius head below his knee,
And treade vpon his necke.
Enter Valeria with an Vſher, and a 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-kee-
pers. What are you ſowing heere? A fine ſpotte in good
faith. How does your little Sonne?

I thanke your Lady-ſhip: Well good Madam.

He had rather ſee the ſwords, and heare a Drum,
then looke vpon his Schoolmaſter.

A my word the Fathers Sonne: Ile ſweare 'tis a
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
whether his fall enrag'd him, or how 'twas, hee did ſo ſet
his teeth, and teare it. Oh, I warrant how he mammockt

One on's Fathers moods.

Indeed la, tis a Noble childe.

A Cracke Madam.

Come, lay aſide your ſtitchery, I muſt haue you
play the idle Huſwife with me this afternoone.

No (good Madam)
I will not out of doores.

Not out of doores?

She ſhall, ſhe ſhall.

Indeed no, by your patience; Ile not ouer the
threſhold, till my Lord returne from the Warres.

Fye, you confine your ſelfe moſt vnreaſonably:
Come, you muſt go viſit the good Lady that lies in.

I will wiſh her ſpeedy ſtrength, and viſite her
with my prayers: but I cannot go thither.

Why I pray you.

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

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.

No good Madam, pardon me, indeed I will not

In truth la go with me, and Ile tell you excellent
newes of your Husband.

Oh good Madam, there can be none yet.

Verily I do not ieſt with you: there came newes
from him laſt night.

Indeed Madam.

In earneſt it's true; I heard a Senatour ſpeake it.
Thus it is: the Volcies haue an Army forth, againſt whõ
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.

Giue me excuſe good Madame, I will obey you
in euery thing heereafter.

Let her alone Ladie, as ſhe is now:
She will but diſeaſe our better mirth.

In troth I thinke ſhe would:
Fare you well then. Come good ſweet Ladie.
Prythee Virgilia turne thy ſolemneſſe out a doore,
And go along with vs.

At a word Madam; Indeed I muſt not,
I wiſh you much mirth.

Well, then farewell. Exeunt Ladies

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