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| SCENE II. The same. A street near the gate. |
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Enter SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and an AEdile
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| SICINIUS |
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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.
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| BRUTUS |
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Now we have shown our power,
5 Let us seem humbler after it is done
Than when it was a-doing.
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| SICINIUS |
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Bid them home:
Say their great enemy is gone, and they
Stand in their ancient strength.
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| BRUTUS |
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10 Dismiss them home.
Exit AEdile
Here comes his mother.
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| SICINIUS |
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Let's not meet her.
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| BRUTUS |
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Why?
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| SICINIUS |
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They say she's mad.
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| BRUTUS |
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15 They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way.
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Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and MENENIUS
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| VOLUMNIA |
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O, ye're well met: the hoarded plague o' the gods
Requite your love!
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| MENENIUS |
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Peace, peace; be not so loud.
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| VOLUMNIA |
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If that I could for weeping, you should hear,--
20 Nay, and you shall hear some.
To BRUTUS
Will you be gone?
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| VIRGILIA |
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(To SICINIUS)
You shall stay too: I would I had the power
To say so to my husband.
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| SICINIUS |
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Are you mankind?
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| VOLUMNIA |
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25 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?
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| SICINIUS |
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O blessed heavens!
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| VOLUMNIA |
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30 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.
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| SICINIUS |
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35 What then?
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| VIRGILIA |
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What then!
He'ld make an end of thy posterity.
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| VOLUMNIA |
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Bastards and all.
Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!
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| MENENIUS |
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40 Come, come, peace.
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| SICINIUS |
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I would he had continued to his country
As he began, and not unknit himself
The noble knot he made.
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| BRUTUS |
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I would he had.
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| VOLUMNIA |
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45 '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.
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| BRUTUS |
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Pray, let us go.
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| VOLUMNIA |
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50 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--
55 Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all.
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| BRUTUS |
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Well, well, we'll leave you.
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| SICINIUS |
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Why stay we to be baited
With one that wants her wits?
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| VOLUMNIA |
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Take my prayers with you.
Exeunt Tribunes
60 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.
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| MENENIUS |
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You have told them home;
65 And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with me?
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| VOLUMNIA |
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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.
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| MENENIUS |
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70 Fie, fie, fie!
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Exeunt
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