BRUTUS.
I do not like this news.
SICINIUS.
Nor I.
BRUTUS.
Let’s to the Capitol. Would half my wealth
Would buy this for a lie!
SICINIUS.
Pray let’s go.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE VII. A camp at a short distance from Rome
Enter Aufidius with his Lieutenant.
AUFIDIUS.
Do they still fly to th’ Roman?
LIEUTENANT.
I do not know what witchcraft’s in him, but
Your soldiers use him as the grace ’fore meat,
Their talk at table, and their thanks at end;
And you are dark’ned in this action, sir,
Even by your own.
AUFIDIUS.
I cannot help it now,
Unless by using means I lame the foot
Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier,
Even to my person, than I thought he would
When first I did embrace him. Yet his nature
In that’s no changeling, and I must excuse
What cannot be amended.