And beat the messenger who bids beware Of what is to be dreaded. Sic. Tell not me : I know this cannot be. Bru. Not possible. Enter a Messenger. 530 Mess. The nobles, in great earnestness, are going All to the senate-house: some news is come, That turns their countenances. Sic. 'Tis this slave; Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes :-his raising! Mess. Yes, worthy sir, The slave's report is seconded; and more, More fearful, is deliver'd. Sic. What more fearful? 540 Mes. It is spoke freely out of many mouths The young'st and oldest thing. Sic. This is most likely! Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker sort may wish Good Marcius home again. Sic. The very trick on't. Men. This is unlikely : He and Aufidius can no more atone, Than violentest contrariety. 550 Enter Enter another Messenger. Mes. You are sent for to the senate: A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius, Upon our territories; and have already O'erborne their way, consum'd with fire, and took What lay before them. Enter COMINIUS. Com. O, you have made good work! Men. What news? what news? 560 Com. You have holp to ravish your own daughters, and To melt the city leads upon your pates; To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses- Com. Your temples burned in their cement; and Men. Pray now, the news? 570 You have made fair work, I fear me :-Pray, your news? If Marcius should be joined with the Volsces- He is their god; he leads them like a thing Or Or butchers killing flies. Men. You have made good work, 580 You, and your apron-men; you that stood so much Upon the voice of occupation, and The breath of garlick-eaters! Com. He'll shake your Rome about 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. All the regions Do smilingly revolt; and, who resist, Are mock'd for valiant ignorance, 590 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 That should consume it, I have not the face 601 To say, 'Beseech you, cease.You have made fair hands, You, and your crafts! you have crafted fair! Com. Com. You have brought A trembling upon Rome, such as was never So incapable of help. Tri. Say not we brought it. 610 Men. How! Was it we? We lov'd him; but, like beasts, And cowardly nobles, gave way to your clusters, Com. But, I fear, They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius, Enter a Troop of Citizens. Men. Here come the clusters ! And is Aufidius with him?-You are they And not a hair upon a soldier's head, Which will not prove a whip; as many coxcombs, We have deserv'd it. Omnes. 'Faith, we hear fearful news. 1 Cit. For mine own part, When I said, banish him, I said, 'twas pity. 620 630 2 Cit. 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 though we willingly consented to his banishment, yet it was against our will. Com. You are goodly things, you voices ! 640 Men. You have made you Good work, you and your cry!-Shall us to the Capitol ? Com. O, ay; what else? [Exit Coм. 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 shew 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. 651 [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. [Exeunt Tribunes. SCENE |