Valerius. Oh, see yet, lords, if there be hope of life. Brutus. She’s dead: then turn your funeral tears to fire And indignation; let us now redeem Our misspent time, and overtake our sloth With hostile expedition. This, great lords, This bloody knife, on which her chaste blood flowed, Shall not from Brutus till some strange revenge Fall on the heads of Tarquins. Horatius. Now’s the time To call their pride to count. Brutus, lead on; We’ll follow thee to their confusion. Valerius. By Jove, we will! the sprightful youth of Rome, Tricked up in plumèd harness, shall attend The march of Brutus, whom we here create Our general against the Tarquins. Scevola. Be it so. Brutus. We embrace it. Now, to stir the wrath of Rome, You, Collatine and good Lucretius, With eyes yet drowned in tears, bear that chaste body Into the market-place; that horrid object Shall kindle them with a most just revenge. Horatius. To see the father and the husband mourn O’er this chaste dame, that have so well deserved Of Rome and them; then to infer the pride, The wrongs and the perpetual tyranny Of all the Tarquins, Servius Tullius’ death, And his unnatural usage by that monster Tullia, the queen; all these shall well concur In a combined revenge. Brutus. Lucrece, thy death we’ll mourn in glittering arms And plumèd casques. Some bear that reverend load Unto the Forum, where our force shall meet To set upon the palace, and expel This viperous brood from Rome: I know the people Will gladly embrace our fortunes. Scevola, Go you and muster powers in Brutus’ name. Valerius, you assist him instantly, And to the ’mazèd people speak The cause of this concourse. Valerius. We go. [_Exeunt_ Valerius _and_ Scevola. Brutus. And you, dear lords, whose speechless grief is boundless, Turn all your tears, with ours, to wrath and rage. The hearts of all the Tarquins shall weep blood Upon the funeral hearse, with whose chaste body Honour your arms, and to the assembled people Disclose her innocent wounds. Gramercies, lords! [_A great shout and a flourish with drums and trumpets within_.] That universal shout tells me their words Are gracious with the people, and their troops Are ready embattled, and expect but us To lead them on. Jove give our fortunes speed! We’ll murder murder, and base rape shall bleed. [_Exeunt_. SCENE II.--_The Outskirts of Rome_. _Alarum. Enter_ Tarquin _and_ Tullia _flying, pursued by_ Brutus _and the_ Romans _with drums and colours_. Porsenna, Aruns _and_ Sextus _meet and join with_ Tarquin _and_ Tullia. Brutus _and the_ Romans _advance; they make a stand_. Brutus. Even thus far, tyrant, have we dogged thy steps, Frighting thy queen and thee with horrid steel. Tarquin. Lodged in the safety of Porsenna’s arms, Now, traitor Brutus, we dare front thy pride.