Here's goodly work!
Second Pat. I would they were a-bed!
Men. I would they were in Tyber!—What, the vengeance, Could he not speak them fair?
[Re-enter Brutus and Sicinius with the Rabble.]
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.
['When could they say till now that talked of Rome that her wide walls encompassed but one man?' 'What trash is Rome, what rubbish, and what offal, when it serves for the base matter to illuminate so vile a thing as Caesar.']
Than the severity of the PUBLIC POWER, Which he so sets at nought.
First Cit. He shall well know The noble tribunes are the people's mouths, And we their hands.