Brutus. Then what makest thou here, or he, or he? O Jupiter! if this command be kept strictly, we shall have empty benches: get you home, you that are here, for here will be nothing to do this day. A general concourse of wise men! ’twas never seen since the first chaos. Tarquin, if the general rule have no exceptions, thou wilt have an empty consistory. Tullia. Brutus, you trouble us. Brutus. How powerful am I, you Roman deities, that am able to trouble her that troubles a whole empire! Fools exempted, and women admitted! laugh, Democritus.[5.07] But have you nothing to say to madmen? Tarquin. Madmen have here no place. Brutus. Then out of doors with Tarquin. What’s he that may sit in a calm valley, and will choose to repose in a tempestuous mountain, but a madman? that may live in tranquillous pleasures, and will seek out a kingdom’s care, but a madman? who would seek innovation in a commonwealth in public, or be overruled by a curst[5.08] wife in private, but a fool or a madman? Give me thy hand, Tarquin; shall we two be dismissed together from the Capitol? Tarquin. Restrain his folly. Tullia. Drive the frantic hence. Aruns. Nay, Brutus. Sextus. Good Brutus. Brutus. Nay, soft, soft, good blood of the Tarquins, let’s have a few cold words first, and I am gone in an instant. I claim the privilege of the nobility of Rome, and by that privilege my seat in the Capitol. I am a lord by birth, my place is as free in the Capitol as Horatius, thine; or thine, Lucretius; thine, Sextus; Aruns, thine; or any here: I am a lord, and you banish all the lord fools from the presence. You’ll have few to wait upon the king, but gentlemen. Nay, I am easily persuaded then--hands off! since you will not have my company, you shall have my room. [_Aside_.] My room indeed; for what I seem to be Brutus is not, but born great Rome[5.09] to free. The state is full of dropsy, and swollen big With windy vapours, which my sword must pierce, To purge the infected blood bred by the pride Of these infested bloods. Nay, now I go; Behold, I vanish, since ’tis Tarquin’s mind: One small fool goes, but great fools leaves behind. [_Exit_. Lucretius. ’Tis pity one so generously[5.10] derived Should be deprived his best induements thus, And want the true directions of the soul. Tarquin. To leave these dilatory trifles, lords, Now to the public business of the land. Lords, take your several places. Lucretius. Not, great Tarquin, Before the king assume his regal throne, Whose coming we attend. Tullia. He’s come already. Lucretius. The king? Tarquin. The king. Collatine. Servius? Tarquin. Tarquinius. Lucretius. Servius is king.