(Fulvius enters.)
Thou comest in time. Speak, thou perfidious friend!
Scipio lies murder’d on his bed of death!—
Who slew him?
Ful. Ask’st thou me?
Caius. Thee! thee, who late
Didst in such words discourse of him as now
Assure me thou ’rt his murderer. Traitor, speak!
Ful. If thus his fate doth weigh upon thy heart,
Thou art no longer Gracchus, or thou ravest!