Breaking his oath and resolution, like A twist of rotten silk; never admitting Counsel o' the war; but at his nurse's tears Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars? Auf. Name, not the god, thou boy of tears- Auf. No more. 620 my heart Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion 1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Auf. Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, 630 Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears? 640 All All Con. Let him die for't. All People. Tear him to pieces, do it presently. [The Crowd speak promiscuously. He kill'd my son-My daughter-He kill'd my cousin Marcus. He kill'd my father. 2 Lord. Peace, ho!—no outrage ;—peace.— The man is noble, and his fame folds in This orb o' the earth: His last offences to us Shall have judicious hearing.-Stand, Aufidius, Cor. O, that I had him, With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, To use my lawful sword! Auf. Insolent villain ! All Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. 650 [AUFIDIUS and the Conspirators draw, and kill MARCIUS, who falls, and AUFIDIUS stands on him. Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold. Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. 1 Lord. O Tullus 2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed, whereat Valour will weep. 3 Lord. Tread not upon him.-Masters all, be quiet; Put up your swords. 661 Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this rage, Provok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours Το To call me to your senate, I'll deliver 1 Lord. Bear from hence his body, And mourn you for him: let him be regarded 2 Lord. His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Auf. My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow.-Take him up :- Yet he shall have a noble memory.— 670 681 [Exeunt, bearing the Body of MARCIUS. A dead March sounded. THE END. |