VIRGILIA.
What then?
He’d make an end of thy posterity.
VOLUMNIA.
Bastards and all.
Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!
MENENIUS.
Come, come, peace.
SICINIUS.
I would he had continued to his country
As he began, and not unknit himself
The noble knot he made.
BRUTUS.
I would he had.
VOLUMNIA.
“I would he had?” ’Twas you incensed the rabble.
Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth
As I can of those mysteries which heaven
Will not have Earth to know.
BRUTUS.
Pray, let’s go.
VOLUMNIA.
Now, pray, sir, get you gone.
You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this:
As far as doth the Capitol exceed
The meanest house in Rome, so far my son—
This lady’s husband here, this, do you see?—
Whom you have banished, does exceed you all.
BRUTUS.
Well, well, we’ll leave you.
SICINIUS.
Why stay we to be baited
With one that wants her wits?