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And, being angry, does forget that ever

He heard the name of death.

Here's goodly work!

Patri. I would they were a-bed!

Men. I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance!

Could he not speak 'em fair?

Sic. Where is this viper

That would depopulate the city and

Be every man himself?

Men. You worthy tribunes,—

Sic. He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock

With rigorous hands: he hath resisted law,

And therefore law shall scorn him further trial

Than the severity of the public power,

Which he so sets at nought.

1. Cit. He shall well know

The noble tribunes are the people's mouths,

And we their hands.

All. He shall, sure on 't.

Men. Sir, sir,—

Sic. Peace!

Men. Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt

With modest warrant.

Sic. Sir, how comes 't that you

Have holp to make this rescue?

Men. Hear me speak:

As I do know the consul's worthiness,

So can I name his faults.

Sic. Consul! what consul?

 258 does: he does

262 speak 'em fair: conciliate them

268 severity: i.e. exposure to severity

273 cry havoc: give the signal for indiscriminate slaughter

274 With warrant: as moderation warrants

