Provok'd by him, you cannot,—the great danger
Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice
That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours 140
To call me to your senate, I'll deliver
Myself your loyal servant, or endure
Your heaviest censure.
1. Lord. Bear from hence his body;
And mourn you for him! Let him be regarded 144
As the most noble corse that ever herald
Did follow to his urn.
2. Lord. His own impatience
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
Let's make the best of it.
Auf. My rage is gone, 148
And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up:
Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one,
Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully;
Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he 152
Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,
Which to this hour bewail the injury,
Yet he shall have a noble memory.
Assist. Exeunt, bearing the body of Martius.
A dead march sounded.
139 did owe you: promised to bring upon you, rendered you liable to
141 deliver: demonstrate
152 Trail: drag on the ground in sign of mourning
153 unchilded: slain the children of
FINIS.
