Enter the two Daughters, with Junius, Curius, Decius, and Souldiers.
2 Daugh. Bring 'em in,
Tie 'em, and then unarm 'em.
1 Daugh. Valiant Romans,
Ye are welcome to your Loves.
2 Daugh. Your death, fools.
Dec. We deserve 'em,
And women do your worst.
1 Daugh. Ye need not beg it.
2 Daugh. Which is kind Junius?
Serv. This.
2 Daugh. Are you my sweet heart?
It looks ill on't: how long is't, pretty soul,
Since you and I first lov'd? Had we not reason
To doat extreamly upon one another?
How does my Love? this is not he: my chicken
Could prate finely, sing a love-song.
Jun. Monster.