Men. Our very priests must become mockers, if they
shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are. When[2810]
you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the wagging[2810]
of your beards; and your beards deserve not so honourable
a grave as to stuff a botcher's cushion, or to be entombed 80
in an ass's pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, Marcius is[2811]
proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is worth all your predecessors
since Deucalion; though peradventure some of the
best of 'em were hereditary hangmen. God-den to your[2812]
worships: more of your conversation would infect my brain, 85
being the herdsmen of the beastly plebeians: I will be bold[2813]
to take my leave of you. [Brutus and Sicinius go aside.
Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Valeria.[2814]
How now, my as fair as noble ladies,—and the moon, were[2815]
she earthly, no nobler—whither do you follow your eyes so
fast? 90
Vol. Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius approaches;
for the love of Juno, let's go.
Men. Ha! Marcius coming home!
Vol. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most prosperous
approbation. 95
Men. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee. Hoo![2816]
Marcius coming home![2817]
Vir.} Nay, 'tis true.[2818]
Val.}
Vol. Look, here's a letter from him: the state hath
another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one at home 100
for you.
Men. I will make my very house reel to-night: a letter
for me!