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Now the gods keep you!
Sic. This is a happier and more comely time,
Caius Marcius was
Sic. And affecting one sole throne,
I think not so.
Bru. The gods have well prevented it, and Rome Sits safe and still without him.
Come, what talk you Of Marcius?
Bru. Go see this rumourer whipp'd.-It cannot
be, The Volces dare break with us. Men.
Tell not me:
Enter a Messenger. Mes. The nobles, in great earnestness, are going All to the senate house: some news is come, That turns their countenances.
'Tis this slave;-
Yes, worthy sir,
What more fearful?
This is most likely!
Bru. Rais’d only, that the weaker sort may wish
The very trick on't.
Enter another Messenger. Mes. You are sent for to the senate: A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius, Associated with Aufidius, rages Upon our territories; and have already O'er-borne their way, consum'd with fire, and took What lay before them.
What news? what news? Com. You have holp to ravish your own daugh
Com. Your temples burned in their cement; and
Men. . Pray now, your news? You have made fair work, I fear me:-Pray, your
news? If Marcius should be join’d with Volcians, Com.
If! He is their god; he leads them like a thing
Made by some other deity than nature,
You have made good work,
He will shake
work! Bru. But is this true, sir?
Ay; and you'll look pale Before you find it other. All the regions Do smilingly revolt; and, who resist, Are only mock'd for valiant ignorance, And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame
Men. We are all undone, unless
Who shall ask it?
even As those should do that had deserv'd his hate, "And therein show'd like enemies.
'Tis true: If he were putting to my house the brand That should consume it, I have not the face To say, 'Beseech you, cease. You have made fair
hands, You, and your crafts! you have crafted fair! Com.
You have brought A trembling upon Rome, such as was never So incapable of help. Tri.
Say not, we brought it. Men. How! Was it we? We lov'd him; but, like
But, I fear
Enter a troop of Citizens.
Here come the clusters.-