[Exeunt Tribunes.]
VOLUMNIA.
Take my prayers with you.
I would the gods had nothing else to do
But to confirm my curses. Could I meet ’em
But once a day, it would unclog my heart
Of what lies heavy to’t.
MENENIUS.
You have told them home,
And, by my troth, you have cause. You’ll sup with me?
VOLUMNIA.
Anger’s my meat. I sup upon myself
And so shall starve with feeding. Come, let’s go.
Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do,
In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come.
[Exeunt.]
MENENIUS.
Fie, fie, fie!
[Exit Menenius.]
SCENE III. A highway between Rome and Antium
Enter a Roman and a Volsce.
ROMAN.
I know you well, sir, and you know me. Your name I think is Adrian.