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?
[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!