Bru. Caius Martius was
A worthy Officer i'th' Warre, but Insolent,
O'recome with Pride, Ambitious, past all thinking
Selfe-louing
Sicin. And affecting one sole Throne, without assista[n]ce
Mene. I thinke not so
Sicin. We should by this, to all our Lamention,
If he had gone forth Consull, found it so
Bru. The Gods haue well preuented it, and Rome
Sits safe and still, without him.
Enter an aedile.
Aedile. Worthy Tribunes,
There is a Slaue whom we haue put in prison,
Reports the Volces with two seuerall Powers
Are entred in the Roman Territories,
And with the deepest malice of the Warre,
Destroy, what lies before' em
Mene. 'Tis Auffidius,
Who hearing of our Martius Banishment,
Thrusts forth his hornes againe into the world
Which were In-shell'd, when Martius stood for Rome,
And durst not once peepe out
Sicin. Come, what talke you of Martius
Bru. Go see this Rumorer whipt, it cannot be,
The Volces dare breake with vs
Mene. Cannot be?
We haue Record, that very well it can,
And three examples of the like, hath beene
Within my Age. But reason with the fellow
Before you punish him, where he heard this,
Least you shall chance to whip your Information,
And beate the Messenger, who bids beware
Of what is to be dreaded
Sicin. Tell not me: I know this cannot be