Enter the two Tribunes, Sicinius, and Brutus,
with the Edile.
Bid them all home, he's gone: & wee'l no further,
The Nobility are vexed, whom we ſee haue ſided
In his behalfe.
Now we haue ſhewne our power,
Let vs ſeeme humbler after it is done,
Then when it was a dooing.
Bid them home: ſay their great enemy is gone,
And they, ſtand in their ancient ſtrength.
Diſmiſſe them home. Here comes his Mother.
Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius.
Let's not meet her.
They ſay ſhe's mad.
They haue tane note of vs: keepe on your way.
Oh y'are well met:
Th'hoorded plague a'th'Gods requit your loue.
Peace, peace, be not ſo loud.
If that I could for weeping, vou ſhould heare,
Nay, and you ſhall heare ſome. Will you be gone?
You ſhall ſtay too: I would I had the power
To ſay ſo to my Husband.|
Are you mankinde?
I foole, is that a ſhame. Note but this Foole,
Was not a man my Father? Had'ſt thou Foxſhip
To baniſh him that ſtrooke more blowes for Rome
Then thou haſt ſpoken words.
Oh bleſſed Heauens!
Moe Noble blowes, then euer yu wiſe words.
And for Romes good, Ile tell thee what: yet goe:
Nay but thou ſhalt ſtay too: I would my Sonne
Were in Arabia, and thy Tribe before him,
His good Sword in his hand.
What then? Hee'ld make an end of thy poſterity
Baſtards, and all.
Good man, the Wounds that he does beare for Rome!
Come, come, peace.
I would he had continued to his Country
As he began, and not vnknit himſelfe
The Noble knot he made.
I would he had.
I would he had? 'Twas you incenſt the rable.
Cats, that can iudge as fitly of his worth,
As I can of thoſe Myſteries which heauen
Will not haue earth to know.
Pray let's go.
Now pray ſir get you gone.
You haue done a braue deede: Ere you go, heare this:
As farre as doth the Capitoll exceede
The meaneſt houſe in Rome; ſo farre my Sonne
This Ladies Husband heere; this (do you fee)
Whom you haue baniſh'd, does exceed you all.
Well, well, wee'l leaue vou.
Why ſtay we to be baited
With one that wants her Wits. Exit Tribunes.
Take my Prayers with you.
I would the Gods had nothing elſe to do,
But to confirme my Curſſes. Could I meete 'em
But once a day, it would vnclogge my heart
Of what lyes heauy too't.
You haue told them home,
And by my troth you haue cauſe: you'l Sup with me.
Angers my Meate: I ſuppe vpon my ſelfe,
And ſo ſhall ſterue with Feeding: Come, let's go,
Leaue this faint-puling, and lament as I do,
In Anger, Iuno-like: Come, come, come. Exeunt
Fie, fie, fie. Exit.