Sic. Peace!
We need not put new matter to his charge:
What you have seen him do, and heard him speak, 76
Beating your officers, cursing yourselves,
Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying
Those whose great power must try him; even this,
So criminal and in such capital kind, 80
Deserves th' extremest death.
Bru. But since he hath
Serv'd well for Rome,—
Cor. What do you prate of service?
Bru. I talk of that, that know it.
Cor. You!
Men. Is this the promise that you made your mother? 84
Com. Know, I pray you,—
Cor. I'll know no further:
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
Vagabond exile, flaying, pent to linger
But with a grain a day, I would not buy 88
Their mercy at the price of one fair word,
Nor check my courage for what they can give,
To have 't with saying 'Good morrow.'
Sic. For that he has,—
As much as in him lies,—from time to time 92
Envied against the people, seeking means
To pluck away their power, as now at last
Given hostile strokes, and that not in the presence
Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers 96
That doth distribute it; in the name o' the people,
And in the power of us the tribunes, we,
80 capital kind: death-deserving measure
87 pent: imprisoned
linger: starve slowly
91 To have 't: though I could have it
93 Envied: been malignant
95 not: not merely
97 doth: do; cf. n.
