Bru. They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way.[3440] 10
Vol. O, ye're well met: the hoarded plague o' the gods[3441][3442]
Requite your love![3442][3443]
Men. Peace, peace; be not so loud.
Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hear,—
Nay, and you shall hear some. [To Brutus] Will you be gone?[3444]
Vir. [To Sicinius] You shall stay too: I would I had the power[3445][3446]15
To say so to my husband.[3446][3447]
Sic. Are you mankind?
Vol. Ay, fool; is that a shame? Note but this fool.
Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship
To banish him that struck more blows for Rome[3448]
Than thou hast spoken words?[3449]
Sic. O blessed heavens! 20
Vol. Moe noble blows than ever thou wise words;[3450]
And for Rome's good. I'll tell thee what; yet go:[3451]
Nay, but thou shalt stay too: I would my son
Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,
His good sword in his hand.
Sic. What then?