That turns their countenances. Sic. 'Tis this flave: Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes: his raising! Nothing but his report! Mef. Yes, worthy Sir, The flave's report is feconded, and more, Sic. What more fearful? Mef. It is fpoke freely out of many mouths, Sic. This is most likely! Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker fort may wish Good Marcius home again. Sic. The very trick on't. Men. This is unlikely. He and Aufidius can no more atone, Enter Meffenger. Mef. You are fent for to the Senate: A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius, Affociated with Aufidius, rages Upon our teritories; and have already O'er-borne their way, confumed with fire, and took What lay before them. Enter Cominius. Com. Oh, you have made good Work. Men. What news? what news? Com. You have hope to ravish your own daughters, and To melt the city-leads upon your pates, To fee your Wives difhonour'd to your noses. Com. Your Temples burned in their cement, and Your Your franchises, whereon you ftood, confin'd Men. Pray now, the news? You've made fair work, I fear me: pray, your news? Men. You've made good work, You and your apron-men; that flood so much The breath of garlic-eaters. Com. He'll fhake your Rome about your ears. Men. As Hercules did fhake down mellow fruit: You have made fair work! Bru. But is this true, Sir? Com. Ay, and you'll look pale Before you find it other. All the Regions Do feemingly revolt; and, who refift, Are mock'd for valiant ignorance, And perish conftant fools; who is't can blame him? Your enemies and his find fomething in him. Men. We're all undone, unless The noble man have mercy. Com. Who fhall afk it? The Tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people Does of the fhepherds: his beft friends, if they Men. 'Tis true. If he were putting to my house the brand That would confume it, I have not the face hands, You've made fair You You and your crafts! you've crafted fair! A trembling upon Rome, fuch as was never Tri. Say not, we brought it. Men. How? was it we? we lov'd him; but, like beafts, And coward Nobles, gave way to your clusters, Com. But I fear, They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius, Enter a Troop of Citizens. ERE come the clufters. Men. And is Aufidius with him? You are they, That made the air unwholesome, when you caft And not a hair upon a foldier's head, If he fhould burn us all into one coal, We have deserv'd it. Omnes. Faith, we hear fearful news. 1 Cit. For mine own part, When I said, banish him; I faid, 'twas pity. 2 Cit. And fo did I. 3 Cit. And fo did I; and to say the truth, fo did very many of us; that we did, we did for the best; and tho' we willingly confented to his Banifhment, yet it was against our will. Com Com. Y'are goodly things; you, voices! - You and your cry. Shall's to the Capitol? [Exeunt. Sic. Go, masters, get you home, be not dismay'd. These are a Side, that would be glad to have This true, which they fo feem to fear. Go home, And fhew no fign of fear. 1 Cit. The Gods be good to us: come, mafters, let's home. I ever faid, we were i' th' wrong, when we banifh'd him. 2 Cit. So did we all; but come, let's home. Bru. I do not like this news. Sic. Nor I. [Exeunt Citizens. Bru. Let's to the Capitol; 'would, half my wealth Would buy this for a lie! Sic. Pray, let us go. SCENE [Exeunt Tribunes. VIII. A Camp; at a small distance from Rome. Auf. Dieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in him; but Your foldiers ufe him as the grace 'fore meat, Their talk at table, and their thanks at end: And you are darken'd in this action, Sir, Auf. I cannot help it now, Unless, by ufing means, I lame the foot Of our defign. He bears himself more proudly Lieu. Yet I wifh, Sir, (I mean for your particular) you had not Auf. I understand thee well; and be thou fure, When he fhall come to his account, he knows not, What I can urge against him; though it seems, And fo he thinks, and is no lefs apparent To th' vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly; Lieu. Sir, I befeech, think you, he'll carry Rome? Auf. All places yield to him ere he fits down, And the Nobility of Rome are his : The Senators and Patricians love him too : To expel him thence. I think, he'll be to Rome As he controll'd the war ;) But one of these, As is the Osprey--] Offrey, a Kind of Eagle, Offifraga. Το |