Enter Sicinius, Brutus, and an AEdile
Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no further. The nobility are vex'd, whom we see have sided In his behalf.
Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius
If that I could for weeping, you should hear,— Nay, and you shall hear some.
Will you be gone?
Ay, fool; is that a shame? Note but this fool. Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship To banish him that struck more blows for Rome Than thou hast spoken words?
More noble blows than ever thou wise words; 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.
I would he had continued to his country As he began, and not unknit himself The noble knot he made.
'I would he had'! 'Twas you incensed the rabble: Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth As I can of those mysteries which heaven Will not have earth to know.
Now, pray, sir, get you gone: 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.
Take my prayers with you.
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.
Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, 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.