Tarquin. The king should meet this day in parliament With all the Senate and Estates[5.04] of Rome. His place will I assume, and there proclaim All our decrees in royal Tarquin’s name. [_Flourish_. _Re-enter_ Sextus, Aruns, Lucretius, Valerius, Collatine, _and_ Senators. Lucretius. May it please thee, noble Tarquin, to attend The king this day in the high Capitol? Tullia. Attend! Tarquin. We intend this day to see the Capitol. You knew our father, good Lucretius? Lucretius. I did, my lord. Tarquin. Was not I his son? The queen my mother was of royal thoughts, And heart pure as unblemished innocence. Lucretius. What asks my lord? Tarquin. Sons should succeed their fathers: but anon You shall hear more; high time that we were gone. [_Flourish. Exeunt all but_ Collatine _and_ Valerius. Collatine. There’s moral sure in this, Valerius: Here’s model, yea, and matter too to breed Strange meditations in the provident brains Of our grave fathers: some strange project lives This day in cradle that’s but newly born. Valerius. No doubt, Collatine, no doubt, here’s a giddy and drunken world; it reels; it hath got the staggers; the commonwealth is sick of an ague, of which nothing can cure her but some violent and sudden affrightment. Collatine. The wife of Tarquin would be a queen--nay, on my life, she is with child till she be so. Valerius. And longs to be brought to bed of a kingdom. I divine we shall see scuffling to-day in the Capitol. Collatine. If there be any difference among the princes and Senate, whose faction will Valerius follow? Valerius. Oh, Collatine, I am a true citizen, and in this I will best show myself to be one, to take part with the strongest. If Servius o’ercome, I am liegeman to Servius; and if Tarquin subdue, I am for _vive_ Tarquinius. Collatine. Valerius, no more, this talk does but keep us from the sight of this solemnity: by this the princes are entering the Capitol: come, we must attend. [_Exeunt_. SCENE II.--_The same_. _Enter_ Tarquin, Tullia, Sextus, Aruns, Lucretius _on one side:_ Brutus _meeting them on the other very humorously_.[5.05] Tarquin. This place is not for fools, this parliament Assembles not the strains of idiotism, Only the grave and wisest of the land: Important are the affairs we have in hand. Hence with that mome.[5.06] Lucretius. Brutus, forbear the presence. Brutus. Forbear the presence! why, pray? Sextus. None are admitted to this grave concourse But wise men. Nay, good Brutus. Brutus. You’ll have an empty parliament then. Aruns. Here is no room for fools.