Catiline, His Conspiracy
Scene 3.11
L
I thanke your vigilance. Where is my brother, Quintus?
>Call all my seruants up. Tell noble Curius,
>And say it to your selfe, you are my Sauers;
>But that is too little for you, you are Rome's:
>What could I then, hope lesse? O brother! now,
>The engines I told you of, are working;
>The machine 'gin's to moue. Where are your weapons?
>Arme all my houshold presently. And charge
>The Porter, he let no man in, till day.
>
W
Not Clients, and your friends?
>
L
They weare those names,
>That come to murther me. Yet send for Cato,
>And Quintus Catulus; those I dare trust;
>And Flaccus, and Pomtinius, the Prætors,
>By the backe way.
>
W
Take care, good brother Marcus,
>Your feares be not form'd greater, then they should;
>And make your friends grieue, while your enemies laugh.
>
L
It is brothers counsell, and worth thankes. But do
>As I intreat you. I prouide, not feare.
>Was Cæsar there, say you?
>
I
Curius sayes, he met him,
>Comming from thence.
>
L
O, so. And, had you a counsell
>Of Ladies too? Who was your Speaker, Madam?
>
I
She that would be, had there bene fortie more;
>Sempronia, who had both her Greeke, and Figures;
>And, euer and anone, would aske us, if
>The witty Consul could have mended that?
>Or Orator Cicero could have said it better?
>
L
She is my gentle enemy. Would Cethegus
>Had no more danger in him. But, my guards
>Are you, great powers; and the vnbated strengths
>Of a firme conscience, which shall arme each step
>Tane for the State; and teach me slacke no pace
>For feare of malice. How now, Brother?
>
W
Cato,
>And Quintus Catulus were comming to you,
>And Crassus with them. I have let them in,
>By the garden.
>
L
What would Crassus have?
>
W
I heare
>Some whispering 'bout the gate; and making doubt,
>Whither it be not yet too early, or no?
>But I do think, they are your friendes, and Clients,
>Are fearefull to disturbe you.
>
L
You will change
>To another thought, anone. Have you giu'n the Potter
>The charge, I will'd you?
>
W
Yes.
>
L
Withdraw, and hearken.