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SECOND CONSPIRATOR

And patient fools,
Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear
With giving him glory.

THIRD CONSPIRATOR
Therefore, at your vantage,

Ere he express himself or move the people [55]
With what he would say, let him feel your sword,
Which we will second. When he lies along,
After your way his tale pronounced shall bury

His reasons with his body.

AUFIDIUS

Say no more.
Here come the Lords. [60]

Enter the Lords of the city.

ALL LORDS
You are most welcome home.

AUFIDIUS
I have not deserved it.

But, worthy Lords, have you with heed perused
What I have written to you?

ALL
We have.

FIRST LORD
And grieve to hear’t.
What faults he made before the last, I think

Might have found easy fines. But there to end [65]
Where he was to begin, and give away
The benefit of our levies, answering us
With our own charge, making a treaty where

There was a yielding − this admits no excuse.