O' 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. H'as 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 how he mammocked it!
One on 's father's moods.
Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child. (1.3.60-70)
This is where Valeria tells everyone how she saw Coriolanus' little boy get mad and tear apart a butterfly with his teeth. (After he tortured it for a while, that is.) Notice how Young Martius is repeatedly compared to his father? Sounds like he's growing up to be a Mini-Me version of his dad. But does that mean Volumnia has her clutches in him too … or do moms not actually make that much of a difference?