AFER.
Please Cæsar to give way unto his trial,
He shall have justice.
SILIUS.
Nay, I shall have law;
Shall I not, Afer? speak.
AFER.
Would you have more?
SILIUS.
No, my well-spoken man, I would no more;
Nor less: might I enjoy it natural,.
Not taught to speak unto your present ends,
Free from thine, his, and all your unkind handling,
Furious enforcing, most unjust presuming,
Malicious, and manifold applying,
Foul wresting, and impossible construction.
AFER.
He raves, he raves.
SILIUS.
Thou durst not tell me so,
Hadst thou not Cæsar’s warrant. I can see
Whose power condemns me.
VARRO.
This betrays his spirit:
This doth enough declare him what he is.
SILIUS.
What am I? speak.
VARRO.
An enemy to the state.
SILIUS.
Because I am an enemy to thee,
And such corrupted ministers o’ the state,
That here art made a present instrument
To gratify it with thine own disgrace.