With precepts that would make invincible
The heart that conn’d them.
(iV. i. 9.)
Surely it is a real attempt at consolation, when he interrupts her maledictions on the plebeians who have banished him:
What, what, what!
I shall be loved, when I am lack’d.
(iV. i. 14.)
He seems to hint at seeking out new adventures and a new career in new regions beyond the reach of Rome, when he says:
My mother, you wot well
My hazards still have been your solace: and