3571Mene. See you yon'd Coin a'th Capitol, yon'd corner (stone?

3572Sicin. Why what of that?

3573Mene. If it be possible for you to displace it with your

3574little finger, there is some hope the Ladies of Rome, espe-

3575cially his Mother, may preuaile with him. But I say, there

3576is no hope in't, our throats are sentenc'd, and stay vppon

3577execution.

3578Sicin. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter the

3579condition of a man.

3580Mene. There is differency between a Grub & a But-

3581terfly, yet your Butterfly was a Grub: this Martius, is

3582growne from Man to Dragon: He has wings, hee's more

3583then a creeping thing.

3584Sicin. He lou'd his Mother deerely.

3585Mene. So did he mee: and he no more remembers his

3586Mother now, then an eight yeare old horse. The tartnesse

3587of his face, sowres ripe Grapes. When he walks, he moues

3588like an Engine, and the ground shrinkes before his Trea-

3589ding. He is able to pierce a Corslet with his eye: Talkes

3590like a knell, and his hum is a Battery. He sits in his State,

3591as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids bee done, is

3592finisht with his bidding. He wants nothing of a God but

3593Eternity, and a Heauen to Throne in.

3594Sicin. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.

3595Mene. I paint him in the Character. Mark what mer-

3596cy his Mother shall bring from him: There is no more

3597mercy in him, then there is milke in a male-Tyger, that

3598shall our poore City finde: and all this is long of you.

3599Sicin. The Gods be good vnto vs.

3600Mene. No, in such a case the Gods will not bee good

3601vnto vs. When we banish'd him, we respected not them:

3602and he returning to breake our necks, they respect not vs.

3604Mes. Sir, if you'ld saue your life, flye to your House,

3605The Plebeians haue got your Fellow Tribune,

3606And hale him vp and downe; all swearing, if

3607The Romane Ladies bring not comfort home,

3608They'l giue him death by Inches.

3610Sicin. What's the Newes?

3611Mess. Good Newes, good newes, the Ladies haue (preuayl'd,

3612The Volcians are dislodg'd, and Martius gone:

3613A merrier day did neuer yet greet Rome,

3614No, not th' expulsion of the Tarquins.

3615Sicin. Friend, art thou certaine this is true?

3616Is't most certaine.

3617Mes. As certaine as I know the Sun is fire:

3618Where haue you lurk'd that you make doubt of it:

3619Ne're through an Arch so hurried the blowne Tide,

3620As the recomforted through th' gates. Why harke you:

3622The Trumpets, Sack-buts, Psalteries, and Fifes,

3623Tabors, and Symboles, and the showting Romans,

3624Make the Sunne dance. Hearke you. A shout within

3625Mene. This is good Newes:

3626I will go meete the Ladies. This Volumnia,

3627Is worth of Consuls, Senators, Patricians,

3628A City full: Of Tribunes such as you,

3629A Sea and Land full: you haue pray'd well to day:

3630This Morning, for ten thousand of your throates,

3631I'de not haue giuen a doit. Harke, how they ioy.

3633Sicin. First, the Gods blesse you for your tydings:

3634Next, accept my thankefulnesse.

3635Mess. Sir, we haue all great cause to giue great thanks.

3636Sicin. They are neere the City.

3637Mes. Almost at point to enter.

3638Sicin. Wee'l meet them, and helpe the ioy. Exeunt.