MARTIUS.
Go get you home, you fragments.
Enter a Messenger hastily.
MESSENGER.
Where’s Caius Martius?
MARTIUS.
Here. What’s the matter?
MESSENGER.
The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.
MARTIUS.
I am glad on’t. Then we shall ha’ means to vent
Our musty superfluity.
Enter Sicinius Velutus, Junius Brutus, two Tribunes; Cominius, Titus Lartius with other Senators.
See, our best elders.
FIRST SENATOR.
Martius, ’tis true that you have lately told us:
The Volsces are in arms.
MARTIUS.
They have a leader,
Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to’t.
I sin in envying his nobility,
And, were I anything but what I am,
I would wish me only he.