Enter Menenius and Sicinius
See you yond coign o'th' Capitol, yond
Why, what of that?
If it be possible for you to displace it with
your little finger, there is some hope the ladies of Rome,
especially his mother, may prevail with him. But I say
there is no hope in't, our throats are sentenced and stay
Is't possible that so short a time can alter the
condition of a man?
There is differency between a grub and a
butterfly, yet your butterfly was a grub. This Martius is
grown from man to dragon. He has wings; he's more
than a creeping thing.
He loved his mother dearly.
So did he me; and he no more remembers his
mother now than an eight-year-old horse. The tartness
of his face sours ripe grapes. When he walks, he moves
like an engine, and the ground shrinks before his treading.
He is able to pierce a corslet with his eye, talks like
a knell, and his hum is a battery. He sits in his state as
a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done is
finished with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god but
eternity and a heaven to throne in.
Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.
I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy
his mother shall bring from him. There is no more
mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger. That
shall our poor city find. And all this is 'long of you.
The gods be good unto us!
No, in such a case the gods will not be good
unto us. When we banished him we respected not them;
and, he returning to break our necks, they respect not us.
Enter a Messenger
Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your house.
The plebeians have got your fellow Tribune
And hale him up and down, all swearing if
The Roman ladies bring not comfort home
They'll give him death by inches.
Enter another Messenger
very gradually, bit by bit, by small degrees
What's the news?
Good news, good news! The ladies have prevailed,
The Volscians are dislodged and Martius gone.
A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,
No, not th' expulsion of the Tarquins.
Art thou certain this is true? Is't most certain?
As certain as I know the sun is fire.
Where have you lurked that you make doubt of it?
Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide
As the recomforted through th' gates. Why, hark you!
Trumpets, hautboys, drums beat, all together
type of bass trumpet, with a trombone-like slide
The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes,
Tabors and cymbals and the shouting Romans
type of small drum, especially used in revelling
Make the sun dance. Hark you!
A shout within
This is good news.
I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia
Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians,
A city full; of tribunes such as you,
A sea and land full. You have prayed well today.
This morning for ten thousand of your throats
I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy!
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Sound still with the shouts
First, the gods bless you for your tidings; next,
Accept my thankfulness.
Sir, we have all great cause to give great thanks.
They are near the city?
Almost at point to enter.
We'll meet them, and help the joy.