Rome. A street near the gate.
SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and an AEDILE.] [Enter
Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no further.-- SICINIUS
The nobility are vex'd, whom we see have sided
In his behalf.
Now we have shown our power, BRUTUS
Let us seem humbler after it is done
Than when it was a-doing.
Bid them home: SICINIUS
Say their great enemy is gone, and they
Stand in their ancient strength.
Dismiss them home. BRUTUS
Here comes his mother.
Let's not meet her. SICINIUS
They say she's mad. SICINIUS
They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way. BRUTUS
VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and MENENIUS.] [Enter
O, you're well met: the hoarded plague o' the gods VOLUMNIA
Requite your love!
Peace, peace, be not so loud. MENENIUS
If that I could for weeping, you should hear,-- VOLUMNIA
Nay, and you shall hear some.-- [To BRUTUS.] Will you be gone?
You shall stay too VIRGILIA [To SICINIUS.]: I would I had the power
To say so to my husband.
Are you mankind? SICINIUS
Ay, fool; is that a shame?--Note but this, fool.-- VOLUMNIA
Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship
To banish him that struck more blows for Rome
Than thou hast spoken words?--
O blessed heavens! SICINIUS
Moe noble blows than ever thou wise words; VOLUMNIA
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.
What then? SICINIUS
What then! VIRGILIA
He'd make an end of thy posterity.
Bastards and all.-- VOLUMNIA
Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!
Come, come, peace. MENENIUS
I would he had continu'd to his country SICINIUS
As he began, and not unknit himself
The noble knot he made.
I would he had. BRUTUS
I would he had! 'Twas you incens'd the rabble;-- VOLUMNIA
Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth
As I can of those mysteries which heaven
Will not have earth to know.
Pray, let us go. BRUTUS
Now, pray, sir, get you gone: VOLUMNIA
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.
Well, well, we'll leave you. BRUTUS
Why stay we to be baited SICINIUS
With one that wants her wits?
Take my prayers with you.-- VOLUMNIA
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.
You have told them home, MENENIUS
And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with me?
Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, VOLUMNIA
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.
Fie, fie, fie! MENENIUS