Mene. Goe, get you to our House: be gone, away.
All will be naught else
2.Sena. Get you gone
Com. Stand fast, we haue as many friends as enemies
Mene. Shall it be put to that?
Sena. The Gods forbid:
I prythee noble friend, home to thy House,
Leaue vs to cure this Cause
Mene. For 'tis a Sore vpon vs,
You cannot Tent your selfe: be gone, 'beseech you
Corio. Come Sir, along with vs
Mene. I would they were Barbarians, as they are,
Though in Rome litter'd: not Romans, as they are not,
Though calued i'th' Porch o'th' Capitoll:
Be gone, put not your worthy Rage into your Tongue,
One time will owe another
Corio. On faire ground, I could beat fortie of them
Mene. I could my selfe take vp a Brace o'th' best of
them, yea, the two Tribunes
Com. But now 'tis oddes beyond Arithmetick,
And Manhood is call'd Foolerie, when it stands
Against a falling Fabrick. Will you hence,
Before the Tagge returne? whose Rage doth rend
Like interrupted Waters, and o're-beare
What they are vs'd to beare