He and Aufidius can no more attone“ Enter another Messenger. 2 Mef. You are fent for to the Senate: A fearful army, led by Caius Martius, Affociated with Aufidius, rages Upon our territories, they've already O'er-born their way, confum'd with fire, and took Enter Cominius. Com. Oh, you have made good work. Men. What news? what news? Com. You have holp to ravish your own daughters, and To melt the city-leads upon your pates, To fee your wives dishonour'd to your nofes. Men. Pray now the news? You've made fair work, I fear me:" pray, your news? Com. If? he is their God, he leads them like a thing Made by fome other deity than nature," That shapes man better; and they follow him Against us brats, with no lefs confidence, Than boys purfaing fummer butter-flies, Men. You've made good work, You and your apron-men; that food fo much Upon the voice of occupation, and The breath of garlick-eaters. Com. He'll fhake your Rome About your ears." Men. As Hercules did fhake Down mellow fruit: fo 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 fmilingly revolt, and who refift N 3 Are Are only mock'd for valiant ignorance, And perifh conftant fools: who is't can blame him? The noble man have mercy. Com. Who fhall afk it? The Tribunes cannot do't for fhame; the people Does of the fhepherds: his best friends, if they Men. 'Tis true. If he were putting to my house the brand To fay, 'Beseech you, ceafe. You've made fair hands, Com. You've brought 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, Who hooted him out o' th' city. Com. But I fear They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius, The fecond name of men, obeys his 'points As if he were his officer: defperation Is all the policy, ftrength, and defence That Rome can make againft them. SCENE VII. Enter a Troop of Citizens, Men. Here come the clufters.·• And is Aufidius with him?- You are they That made the air unwholfome, when you caft As Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs, If he should burn us all into one coal, Omnes. 'Faith, we hear fearful news. When I faid banish him, I faid 'twas pity. 3 Cit. And fo did I; and to fay the truth, fo did very many of us; that we did, we did for the beft: and tho we willingly confented to his banishment, yet it was against our will. Com. Y're goodly things; you voices! Men. You have made you good work, You and your cry. Shall's to the Capitol ? Com. Oh, ay, what else? [Exeunt. Sic. Go, mafters, get you home, be not difmay'd. This true, which they so seem to fear. Go home, I 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. [Ex. Cit. 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. SCENE VIII. [Exeunt Tribunes. A Camp at a fmall diftance from Rome. Auf. Do they ftill fly to th' Roman? Lieu. 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, Unlefs, by ufing means, I lame the foot Of our defign. He bears himself more proudly Even to my perfon, than I thought he would When When firft I did embrace him. Yet his nature In that's no changeling, and I must excuse Lieu. Yet I wish, Sir, (I mean for your particular) you had not Auf. I understand thee well, and be thou fure, To th' vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly, Lieu. Sir, I befeech, think you he'll carry Rome? The Senators and Patricians love him too:. To expel him thence. I think he'll be to Rome From th' cafk to th' cushion, but commanding peace As he controll'd the war; but one of these, Tho' Tho' choaks it in the utt'rance: fo our virtues One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail; Right's by right foiled, ftrengths by ftrengths do fail. ACT V. SCENE I. ROME. Enter Menenius, Cominius, Sicinius, Brutus, with others. Men. TO, I'll not go: you hear what he hath faid N him In a moft dear particular. He call'd me father; Com. Yet one time he did call me by my name : 'Till he had forg'd himself a name o' th'fire Men. Why, fo; you've made good work : Com. I minded him how royal 'twas to pardon To one whom they had punifh'd. Не |