_Grac_. I, thou speakst well of their sides that are liberally overseene
in the sciences. I take no hold on't, but were all men of thy minde,
then would everie Schoole-maister bee a Senate, and there would never
come Cobler to be Constable againe.
_Accut_. Ynough, ynough, _Graccus_, let silence seale up our secret
thoughts and libertie say,
_Virtus sola summa gloria,
Quae format homines vero honore_.
[ACT THE THIRD.
_Scene_ 1.]
_Enter Flaminius and Tully_.
_Flam_. Goe to, I say, urge no more, tis Taverne talke, for Taverners
Table talke for all the vomit of rumor. What newes, saies one? none so
new as this: _Tully_ shall be married to _Terentia_. What newes says
another? the same, the same. Whose consent have ye? not mine, I deny it.
I must know of it, ile have a hand; goe to, no more.
_Tul_. Gentle Sir,
Lay not a leaden loade of foule reproach
Upon so weake a prop; what's done is past recal.
If ought is done, unfitting to be done,
The worst is done, my life must answer it.
_Flam_. I, you shall answer it in the Senate house, the Emperor shall
knowe it.
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