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That turns their countenances.
Sic. 'Tis this slave :
Mes. Yes, worthy Sir,
Sic. What more fearful ?
Mes. It is spoke 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.
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 see your Wives difhonour'd to your
noses. Men. What's the news? what's the news? Com. Your Temples burned in their cement, and
Your franchises, whereon you stood, confin'd
Men. Pray now, the news ?
Com. If? he is their God; he leads them like a thing
Men. You've made good work,
Com. He'll shake your Rome about your ears.
Men. As Hercules did shake 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 seemingly revolt; and, who resist, Are mock'd for valiant ignorance, And perish constant fools; who is't can blame him? Your enemies and his find something in him.
Men. We're all undone, unless The noble man have mercy.
Com. Who shall ask it ? The Tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people Deserve such pity of him, as the wolf Does of the shepherds: his best friends, if they Shou'd say, be good to Rome; they charge him even As those should do that had deservd his hate, And therein shew'd like enemies.
Men. 'Tis true. If he were putting to my house the brand That would consume it, I have not the face To say, 'Beseech you, cease.' You've made fair hands,
You and your crafts! you've crafted fair!
Com. You've brought
Tri. Say not, we brought it.
Com. But I fear,
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Enter a Troop of Citizens.
Men. H And is Aufidius with him? You are they,
That made the air unwholesome, when you caft
threw caps up, will he tumble down,
Omnes. Faith, we hear fearful news.
i Cit. For mine own part, When I said, banish him; I said, 'twas pity.
2 Cit. And so did I.
3 Cit. And so did I; and to say the truth, so did very many of us; that we did, we did for the best ; and tho' we willingly consented to his Banishment, yet it was against our will.
Com. Y'are goodly things ; you, voices !
Men. You have made good work, You and your cry:
Shall's to the Capitol ? Com. Oh, ay, what else?
[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 so seem to fear. Go home, And shew no sign of fear.
i Cit. The Gods be good to us : come, masters, let's home. I ever said, we were i'th'
wrong, banish d him. 2 Cit. So did we all ; but come, let's home.
Exeunt Citizens. Bru. I do not like this news. Sic. Nor I.
Bru. Let's to the Capitol ; 'would, half my wealth Would buy this for a lie! Sic. Pray, let us go.
A Camp ; at a small distance from Rome,
him ; but
Auf. 'I cannot help it now,
Lieu. Yet I wifh, Sir,
Auf. I understand thee well; and be thou fure,
Lieu. Sir, I beseech, 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 : The Tribunes are no soldiers ; and their people Will be as rash in the Repeal, as hasty To expel him thence. I Think, he'll be to Rome * As is the Osprey to the fish, who takes it By Sovereignty of Nature. First, he was A noble servant to them, but he could not Carry his honours even : whether pride, (Which out of daily fortune ever taints The happy man) whether defect of judgment, (To fail in the disposing of those chances, Whereof he was the lord) or whether nature, (Not to be other than one thing ; not moving From th'calk to th'cushion; but commanding peace Even with the fame aufterity and garb, As he controll'd the war ;) But one of these, (As he hath spices of them all) not all, For I dare so far free him, made him fear'd, So hated, and fo banish'd ; but he has mèrit * As is the Osprey- Offrey, a Kind of Eagle, fifrage.