ACTUS IIII. SCENA I.
NE'r speak unto me in the favour of an infamous person, let him fly me as the Brothers of his wife; to save a blood that he esteemes so precious, he hath done yet nothing, if he keep not from my sight.
may give order for't, or I attest the soveraigne power of all the Gods.—
Oh, father, take a sweeter sentiment, you shall see Rome herself to use him otherwise, and by what fate soe'r she be oppres'd, t' excuse a vertue so o'r-charg'd with number.
Judgement herein makes but little for me,
I'm a father, and I have my rights apart. I am not ignorant how the true vertue acts: there is no triumph where number doth oppress, her masculine vigour alwaies in the same point falls underneath the force, but yields not to it. Peace, here comes
What is his business with us?