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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,
Men. What's the news ? what's the news ?
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,
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.
find it other. All the Regions Do seemingly revolt; and, who relift, 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,
S CE N E VII.
Enter a Troop of Citizens. Men. CERE come the clusters.
And is Aufidius with him? You are they,
voices. 'Tis no matter,
Omnes. Faith, we hear fearful news.
i Cit. For mine owai 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.
And pay you
*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 fo-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,
when 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, (I mean for your particular) you had not join'd in Commillion with him ; but had borne The action of yourself, or else to him Had left it folely.
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; though it seems, And so he thinks, and is no less apparent To th' vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly ; And shews good husbandry for the Volfcian State, Fights dragon-like, and does atchieve as soon As draw his sword : yet he hath left undone That which shall break his neck, or hazard mine, When e'er we come to our account.
Lieu. Sir, I beseech, think you, he'll carry Rome?
Auf. All places yield to him ere he sits 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 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 fo banish'd ; but he has merit * As is the Osprey Ojprey, a Kind of Eagle, Olifraga.