|ACT IV SCENE VII. A camp, at a small distance from Rome.
|[Enter AUFIDIUS and his Lieutenant]
|Do they still fly to the Roman?
|I do not know what witchcraft's in him, but
|Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat,
|Their talk at table, and their thanks at end;
|And you are darken'd in this action, sir,
|Even by your own.
|I cannot help it now,
|Unless, by using means, I lame the foot
|Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier,
|Even to my person, than I thought he would
|When first I did embrace him: yet his nature
|In that's no changeling; and I must excuse
|What cannot be amended.
|Yet I wish, sir,--
|I mean for your particular,--you had not
|Join'd in commission with him; but either
|Had borne the action of yourself, or else
|To him had left it solely.
|I understand thee well; and be thou sure,
|when he shall come to his account, he knows not
|What I can urge against him. Although it seems,
|And so he thinks, and is no less apparent
|To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly.
|And shows good husbandry for the Volscian state,
|Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soon
|As draw his sword; yet he hath left undone
|That which shall break his neck or hazard mine,
|Whene'er we come to our account.
|Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Rome?
|All places yield to him ere he sits down;
|And the nobility of Rome are his:
|The senators and patricians love him too:
|The tribunes are no soldiers; and their people
|Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty
|To expel him thence. I think he'll be to Rome
|As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it
|By sovereignty of nature. First he was
|A noble servant to them; but he could not
|Carry his honours even: whether 'twas pride,
|Which out of daily fortune ever taints
|The happy man; whether defect of judgment,
|To fail in the disposing of those chances
|Which he was lord of; or whether nature,
|Not to be other than one thing, not moving
|From the casque to the cushion, but commanding peace
|Even with the same austerity and garb
|As he controll'd the war; but one of these--
|As he hath spices of them all, not all,
|For I dare so far free him--made him fear'd,
|So hated, and so banish'd: but he has a merit,
|To choke it in the utterance. So our virtues
|Lie in the interpretation of the time:
|And power, unto itself most commendable,
|Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair
|To extol what it hath done.
|One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;
|Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.
|Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine,
|Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine.