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They say she's mad.
BRUTUS:
They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way.
VOLUMNIA:
O, ye're well met: the hoarded plague o' the gods
Requite your love!
MENENIUS:
Peace, peace; be not so loud.
VOLUMNIA:
If that I could for weeping, you should hear,--
Nay, and you shall hear some.
Will you be gone?
VIRGILIA:
SICINIUS:
Are you mankind?
VOLUMNIA:
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?
SICINIUS:
O blessed heavens!
VOLUMNIA:
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.
SICINIUS:
What then?
VIRGILIA:
What then!
He'ld make an end of thy posterity.
VOLUMNIA:
Bastards and all.
Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!
MENENIUS:
Come, come, peace.
SICINIUS:
I would he had continued to his country
As he began, and not unknit himself
The noble knot he made.
BRUTUS:
I would he had.
VOLUMNIA:
'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.
BRUTUS:
Pray, let us go.
VOLUMNIA:
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--
Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all.
BRUTUS:
Well, well, we'll leave you.
SICINIUS:
Why stay we to be baited
With one that wants her wits?
VOLUMNIA:
Take my prayers with you.
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.
MENENIUS:
You have told them home;
And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with me?
VOLUMNIA:
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.