The Same. A Street near the Gate. |
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Enter SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and an Ædile. |
| Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no further. |
| The nobility are vex'd, whom we see have sided |
| In his behalf. |
| Bru. Now we have shown our power, |
| Let us seem humbler after it is done |
| Than when it was a-doing. |
| Sic. Bid them home; |
| Say their great enemy is gone, and they |
| Stand in their ancient strength. |
| Bru. Dismiss them home. [Exit Ædile. |
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Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and MENENIUS. |
| Here comes his mother. |
| Sic. Let's not meet her. |
| Bru. Why? |
| Sic. They say she's mad. |
| Bru. They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way. |
| Vol. O! you're well met. The hoarded plague o' the gods |
| Requite your love! |
| Men. Peace, peace! be not so loud. |
| Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hear,— |
| Nay, and you shall hear some. [To BRUTUS.] Will you be gone? |
| Vir. [To SICINIUS.] You shall stay too. I would I had the power |
| To say so to my husband. |
| Sic. Are you mankind? |
| Vol. Ay, fool; is that a shame? Note but this fool. |
| Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship |
| To banish him that struck more blows for Rome |
| Than thou hast spoken words? |
| Sic. O blessed heavens! |
| Vol. More noble blows than ever thou wise words; |
| And for Rome's good. I'll tell thee what; yet go: |
| Nay, but thou shalt stay too: I would my son |
| Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him, |
| His good sword in his hand. |
| Sic. What then? |
| Vir. What then! |
| He'd make an end of thy posterity. |
| Vol. Bastards and all. |
| Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome! |
| Men. Come, come: peace! |
| Sic. I would he had continu'd to his country |
| As he began, and not unknit himself |
| The noble knot he made. |
| Bru. I would he had. |
| Vol. 'I would he had!' 'Twas you incens'd the rabble: |
| Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth |
| As I can of those mysteries which heaven |
| Will not have earth to know. |
| Bru. Pray, let us go. |
| Vol. Now, pray, sir, get you gone: |
| You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this: |
| As far as doth the Capitol exceed |
| The meanest house in Rome, so far my son,— |
| This lady's husband here, this, do you see,— |
| Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all. |
| Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you. |
| Sic. Why stay we to be baited |
| With one that wants her wits? |
| Vol. Take my prayers with you. [Exeunt Tribunes. |
| I would the gods had nothing else to do |
| But to confirm my curses! Could I meet 'em |
| But once a day, it would unclog my heart |
| Of what lies heavy to 't. |
| Men. You have told them home, |
| And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with me? |
| Vol. Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, |
| And so shall starve with feeding. Come, let's go. |
| Leave this faint puling and lament as I do, |
| In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come. |
| Men. Fie, fie, fie! [Exeunt. |
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