Brut. Now we haue shewne our power,
Let vs seeme humbler after it is done,
Then when it was a dooing
Sicin. Bid them home: say their great enemy is gone,
And they, stand in their ancient strength
Brut. Dismisse them home. Here comes his Mother.
Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius.
Sicin. Let's not meet her
Brut. Why?
Sicin. They say she's mad
Brut. They haue tane note of vs: keepe on your way
Volum. Oh y'are well met:
Th' hoorded plague a'th' Gods requit your loue
Menen. Peace, peace, be not so loud
Volum. If that I could for weeping, you should heare,
Nay, and you shall heare some. Will you be gone?
Virg. You shall stay too: I would I had the power
To say so to my Husband
Sicin. Are you mankinde?
Volum. I foole, is that a shame. Note but this Foole,
Was not a man my Father? Had'st thou Foxship
To banish him that strooke more blowes for Rome
Then thou hast spoken words