First Sen. [To the Citizens] Hence to your homes; be gone![2553]
Mar. Nay, let them follow:[2557]
The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither
To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutiners,[2558]
Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.
[Citizens steal away. Exeunt all but Sicinius and Brutus.[2559]
Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? 245
Bru. He has no equal.
Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the people,—
Bru. Mark'd you his lip and eyes?
Sic. Nay, but his taunts.
Bru. Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods.[2560]
Sic. Bemock the modest moon. 250