This Orb o'th earth; his laft offences to us
Shall have judicious Hearing. Stand, Aufidius,
And trouble not the peace.

Cor. O that I had him,

With fix Aufidius's, or more, his tribe,
To use my lawful fword

Auf. Infolent villain !

All Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.

[The confpirators all draw, and kill Marcius, who falls, and Aufidius's ftands on him.

Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold.

Auf. My noble Masters, hear me speak. i Lord. O Tullus

2 Lord. Thou haft done a deed, whereat Valour will weep.

3 Lord. Tread not upon him'

quiet;

Put up your

fwords.

mafters all, be

Auf. My lords, when you fhall know (as in this

rage

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. Pleafe it your Honours
To call me to your Senate, I'll deliver
My felf your loyal fervant, or endure
Your heaviest cenfure.

1 Lord. Bear from hence his body,

And mourn you for him. Let him be regarded
As the most noble Coarse, 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,

And I am ftruck with forrow: take him up:
Help, three o'th' chiefeft foldiers; I'll be one.
Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully:
Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he

Hath

Hath widowed and unchilded many a one,
Which to this hour bewail the injury,
Yet he shall have a noble memory.

[Exeunt, bearing the body of Marcius. A dead March founded.

The End of the Sixth Volume.