FIRST SENATOR.
[To the Citizens.]
Hence to your homes, begone.
MARTIUS.
Nay, let them follow.
The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither
To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutineers,
Your valour puts well forth. Pray follow.
[Exeunt. Sicinius and Brutus remain.]
SICINIUS.
Was ever man so proud as is this Martius?
BRUTUS.
He has no equal.
SICINIUS.
When we were chosen tribunes for the people—
BRUTUS.
Marked you his lip and eyes?
SICINIUS.
Nay, but his taunts.
BRUTUS.
Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods.
SICINIUS.
Bemock the modest moon.