Sextus. Aruns, thou must down. Tarquin. Restrain them, lords. Brutus. Nay, to’t, boys! Oh, ’tis brave! They tug for shadows, I the substance have. Aruns. Through armèd gates, and thousand swords I’ll break To show my duty: let my valour speak. [_Breaks from the_ Nobles _and kisses her_. Sextus. O Heavens! you have dissolved me. Aruns. Here I stand, What I ha’ done to answer with this hand. Sextus. O all ye Delphian gods, look down and see How for these wrongs I will revenged be! Tarquin. Curb in the proud boys’ fury; let us know From whence this discord riseth. Tullia. From our love. How happy are we in our issue now, Whenas our sons even with their bloods contend To exceed in duty! We accept your zeal: This your superlative degree of kindness So much prevails with us, that to the king We engage our own dear love ’twixt his incensement And your presumption; you are pardoned both. And, Sextus, though you failed in your first proffer, We do not yet esteem you least in love: Ascend and touch our lips. Sextus. Thank you, no. Tullia. Then to thy knee we will descend thus low. Sextus. Nay, now it shall not need. How great’s my heart! Aruns. In Tarquin’s crown thou now hast lost thy part. Sextus. No kissing now. Tarquin, great queen, adieu! Aruns, on earth we ha’ no foe but you. Tarquin. What means this their unnatural enmity? Tullia. Hate, born from love. Tarquin. Resolve us then, how did the gods accept Our sacrifice? how are they pleased with us? How long will they applaud our sovereignty? Brutus. Shall I tell the king? Tarquin. Do, cousin, with the process of your journey. Brutus. I will. We went from hither when we went from hence, arrived thither when we landed there, made an end of our prayers when we had done our orisons, when thus quoth Phœbus: “Tarquin shall be happy whilst he is blest, govern while he reigns, wake when he sleeps not, sleep when he wakes not, quaff when he drinks, feed when he eats, gape when his mouth opens, live till he die, and die when he can live no longer.” So Phœbus commends him to you. Tarquin. Mad Brutus still. Son Aruns, what say you? Aruns. That the great gods, to whom the potent king Of this large empire sacrificed by us, Applaud your reign, commend your sovereignty: And by a general synod grant to Tarquin Long days, fair hopes, majestic government.