Enter Volumnia, Virgilia and Menenius.
SICINIUS.
Let’s not meet her.
BRUTUS.
Why?
SICINIUS.
They say she’s mad.
BRUTUS.
They have ta’en note of us. Keep on your way.
VOLUMNIA.
O, you’re well met. The hoarded plague o’ th’ gods
Requite your love!
MENENIUS.
Peace, peace! Be not so loud.
VOLUMNIA.
If that I could for weeping, you should hear—
Nay, and you shall hear some. [To Sicinius.] Will you be gone?
VIRGILIA.
[To Brutus.] You shall stay too. I would I had the power
To say so to my husband.
SICINIUS.
Are you mankind?