Against us brats, with no less confidence, Men. You have made good work, You, and your apron-men; you that stood so much Upon the voice of occupation, and The breath of garlick-eaters! Com. Your Rome about your ears. Men. He will shake 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 smilingly revolt; and, who resist, Are only 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 are all undone, unless The noble man have mercy. Com. Who shall ask it? The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they Men. 'Tis true: If he were putting to my house the brand hands, You, and your crafts! you have crafted fair! Com. You have brought A trembling upon Rome, such as was never So incapable of help. Tri. Say not, we brought it. Men. How! Was it we? We lov'd him; but, like beasts, And cowardly nobles, gave way to your clusters, But, I fear Com. Men. Enter a troop of Citizens. Here come the clusters. And is Aufidius with him?-You are they That made the air unwholesome, when you cast Your stinking, greasy caps, in hooting at And not a hair upon a soldier's head, Which will not prove a whip; as many coxcombs, threw caps up, will he tumble down, As you And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter; If he could burn us all into one coal, We have deserv'd it. Cit. 'Faith, we hear fearful news. 1 Cit. For mine own part, When I said, banish him, I said, 'twas pity. 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 though we willingly consented to his banishment, yet it was against our will. Com. You are goodly things, you voices! Men. You have made Good work, you and your cry!-Shall us to the Capitol? Com. O, ay; what else? [Exeunt Com. and Men. 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 show no sign of fear. 1 Cit. The gods be good to us! Come, masters, let's home. I ever said, we were i' the wrong, when we banish'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. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. A Camp; at a small distance from Rome. Enter AUFIDIUS, and his Lieutenant. Auf. Do they still fly to the Roman ? Lieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in him; but Your soldiers use 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; Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier When first 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 sure, When he shall come to his account, he knows not What I can urge against him. Although it seems, And so he thinks, and is, no less apparent To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly, Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soon, That, which shall break his neck, or hazard mine, Lieu. Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Rome? Auf. All places yield to him ere he sits down; The senators, and patricians, love him too: To expel him thence. I think, he'll be to Rome, From the casque to the cushion, but commanding peace Even with the same austerity 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 so banish'd: But he has a merit, |