2426Edile. The peoples Enemy is gone, is gone.

2427All. Our enemy is banish'd, he is gone: Hoo, oo.

2428Sicin. Go see him out at Gates, and follow him

2429As he hath follow'd you, with all despight

2430Giue him deseru'd vexation. Let a guard

2431Attend vs through the City.

2432All. Come, come, lets see him out at gates, come:

2433The Gods preserue our Noble Tribunes, come. Exeunt.

2437Corio. Come leaue your teares: a brief farwel: the beast

2438With many heads butts me away. Nay Mother,

2439Where is your ancient Courage? You were vs'd

2440To say, Extreamities was the trier of spirits,

2441That common chances. Common men could beare,

2442That when the Sea was calme, all Boats alike

2443Shew'd Mastership in floating. Fortunes blowes,

2444When most strooke home, being gentle wounded, craues

2445A Noble cunning. You were vs'd to load me

2446With Precepts that would make inuincible

2447The heart that conn'd them.

2448Virg. Oh heauens! O heauens!

2449Corio. Nay, I prythee woman.

2450Vol. Now the Red Pestilence strike al Trades in Rome,

2451And Occupations perish.

2452Corio. What, what, what:

2453I shall be lou'd when I am lack'd. Nay Mother,

2454Resume that Spirit, when you were wont to say,

2455If you had beene the Wife of Hercules,

2456Six of his Labours youl'd haue done, and sau'd

2457Your Husband so much swet. Cominius,

2458Droope not, Adieu: Farewell my Wife, my Mother,

2459Ile do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius,

2460Thy teares are salter then a yonger mans,

2461And venomous to thine eyes. My (sometime) Generall,

2462I haue seene the Sterne, and thou hast oft beheld

2463Heart-hardning spectacles. Tell these sad women,

2464'Tis fond to waile ineuitable strokes,

2465As 'tis to laugh at 'em. My Mother, you wot well

2466My hazards still haue beene your solace, and

2467Beleeu't not lightly, though I go alone

2468Like to a lonely Dragon, that his Fenne

2469Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more then seene: your Sonne

2470Will or exceed the Common, or be caught

2471With cautelous baits and practice.

2472Volum. My first sonne,

2473Whether will thou go? Take good Cominius

2474With thee awhile: Determine on some course

2475More then a wilde exposture, to each chance

2476That start's i'th' way before thee.

2477Corio. O the Gods!

2478Com. Ile follow thee a Moneth, deuise with thee

2479Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st heare of vs,

2480And we of thee. So if the time thrust forth

2481A cause for thy Repeale, we shall not send

2482O're the vast world, to seeke a single man,

2483And loose aduantage, which doth euer coole

2484Ith' absence of the needer.

2485Corio. Fare ye well:

2486Thou hast yeares vpon thee, and thou art too full

2487Of the warres surfets, to go roue with one

2488That's yet vnbruis'd: bring me but out at gate.

2489Come my sweet wife, my deerest Mother, and

2490My Friends of Noble touch: when I am forth,

2491Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you come:

2492While I remaine aboue the ground, you shall

2493Heare from me still, and neuer of me ought

2494But what is like me formerly.

2495Menen. That's worthily

2496As any eare can heare. Come, let's not weepe,

2497If I could shake off but one seuen yeeres

2498From these old armes and legges, by the good Gods

2499I'ld with thee, euery foot.

2500Corio. Giue me thy hand, come. Exeunt

2503Sicin. Bid them all home, he's gone: & wee'l no further,

2504The Nobility are vexed, whom we see haue sided

2505In his behalfe.

2506Brut. Now we haue shewne our power,

2507Let vs seeme humbler after it is done,

2508Then when it was a dooing.

2509Sicin. Bid them home: say their great enemy is gone,

2510And they, stand in their ancient strength.

2511Brut. Dismisse them home. Here comes his Mother.

2513Sicin. Let's not meet her.

2514Brut Why?

2515Sicin. They say she's mad.

2516Brut. They haue tane note of vs: keepe on your way.

2517Volum. Oh y'are well met:

2518Th'hoorded plague a'th' Gods requit your loue.

2519Menen. Peace, peace, be not so loud.

2520Volum. If that I could for weeping, you should heare,

2521Nay, and you shall heare some. Will you be gone?

2522Virg. You shall stay too: I would I had the power

2523To say so to my Husband.

2524Sicin. Are you mankinde?

2525Volum. I foole, is that a shame. Note but this Foole,

2526Was not a man my Father? Had'st thou Foxship

2527To banish him that strooke more blowes for Rome

2528Then thou hast spoken words.

2529Sicin. Oh blessed Heauens!

2530Volum. Moe Noble blowes, then euer y^u wise words.

2531And for Romes good, Ile tell thee what: yet goe:

2532Nay but thou shalt stay too: I would my Sonne

2533Were in Arabia, and thy Tribe before him,

2534His good Sword in his hand.

2535Sicin. What then?

2536Virg. What then? Hee'ld make an end of thy posterity

2537Volum. Bastards, and all.

2538Good man, the Wounds that he does beare for Rome!

2539Menen. Come, come, peace.

2540Sicin. I would he had continued to his Country

2541As he began, and not vnknit himselfe

2542The Noble knot he made.

2543Bru. I would he had.

2544Volum. I would he had? Twas you incenst the rable.

2545Cats, that can iudge as fitly of his worth,

2546As I can of those Mysteries which heauen

2547Will not haue earth to know.

2548Brut. Pray let's go.

2549Volum. Now pray sir get you gone.

2550You haue done a braue deede: Ere you go, heare this:

2551As farre as doth the Capitoll exceede

2552The meanest house in Rome; so farre my Sonne