Who'd silence me, make this my mouthpiece[1] mute;
Who prate of prosecution—banishment,
Perchance, anon, for me, as for the Roman,
Because "I cannot brook to be commanded
Under COMINIUS." What said VOLUMNIA
To her imperious son? "The man was noble,
But with his last attempt he wiped it out;
Destroy'd his country; and his name remains
To the ensuing age abhorr'd." I would not have
My own VIRGILIA say so—she who frets,