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COMINIUS: |
Noble Marcius! |
First Senator: |
MARCIUS: |
Nay, let them follow: |
The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither |
To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutiners, |
Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow. |
SICINIUS: |
Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? |
BRUTUS: |
He has no equal. |
SICINIUS: |
When we were chosen tribunes for the people,-- |
BRUTUS: |
Mark'd you his lip and eyes? |
SICINIUS: |
Nay. but his taunts. |
BRUTUS: |
Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods. |
SICINIUS: |
Be-mock the modest moon. |
BRUTUS: |
The present wars devour him: he is grown |
Too proud to be so valiant. |
SICINIUS: |
Such a nature, |
Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow |
Which he treads on at noon: but I do wonder |
His insolence can brook to be commanded |
Under Cominius. |
BRUTUS: |
Fame, at the which he aims, |
In whom already he's well graced, can not |
Better be held nor more attain'd than by |
A place below the first: for what miscarries |
Shall be the general's fault, though he perform |
To the utmost of a man, and giddy censure |
Will then cry out of Marcius 'O if he |
Had borne the business!' |
SICINIUS: |
Besides, if things go well, |
Opinion that so sticks on Marcius shall |
Of his demerits rob Cominius. |
BRUTUS: |
Come: |
Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius. |
Though Marcius earned them not, and all his faults |
To Marcius shall be honours, though indeed |
In aught he merit not. |
SICINIUS: |
Let's hence, and hear |
How the dispatch is made, and in what fashion, |
More than his singularity, he goes |
Upon this present action. |
BRUTUS: |
Lets along. |
First Senator: |
So, your opinion is, Aufidius, |
That they of Rome are entered in our counsels |
And know how we proceed. |
AUFIDIUS: |
Is it not yours? |
What ever have been thought on in this state, |
That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome |
Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone |
Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think |
I have the letter here; yes, here it is. |
'They have press'd a power, but it is not known |
Whether for east or west: the dearth is great; |
The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd, |
Cominius, Marcius your old enemy, |
Who is of Rome worse hated than of you, |
And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman, |
These three lead on this preparation |
Whither 'tis bent: most likely 'tis for you: |
Consider of it.' |
First Senator: |
Our army's in the field |
We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready |