Cor. What, what, what! I shall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, mother, 20 Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd And venomous to thine eyes.-My sometime general, As 'tis to laugh at them.- My mother, you wot well, Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen 30 Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen) your son Will, or exceed the common, or be caught With cautelous baits and practice. Vol. My first son, Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius With thee a while: Determine on some course, That starts i' the way before thee. Cor. O the gods! .Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st hear of us, And we of thee: so, if the time thrust forth, 40 A cause A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send Cor. Fare ye well : Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full 50 My friends of noble touch: when I am forth, Bid me farewel, and smile. I pray you, come. Men. That's worthily As any ear can hear.-Come, let's not weep.- From these old arms and legs, by the good gods, Cor. Give me thy hand:-Come. 60 [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Street. Enter SICINIUS, and BRUTUS, with an ÆDILE. Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no further. The nobility are vex'd, who, we see, have sided In his behalf. Bru. Now we have shewn our pover, Let us seem humbler after it is done, Sic. Bid them home : Say, their great enemy is gone, and they Stand in their ancient strength. Bru. Dismiss them home. 70 [Exit ÆDILE. 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. 80 Val. 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.-Will you be gone? [To BRUTUS. Vir. [To SICIN.] 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, Sic. O blessed heavens ! 99 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 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: 110 You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this: As far as doth the Capitol exceed Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you. Vol. Take my prayers with you. I would the gods had nothing else to do, 120 [Exeunt Tribunes. 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, 130 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. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Between Rome and Antium. Enter a Roman, and a Volsce. Rom. I know you well, sir, and you know me: your name, I think, is Adrian. |