And when one noble, one determined stroke
To thee and thine assures the victory, wreaks
The people’s vengeance, gives thee life and fame
And pacifies thy brother’s angry shade,
Is it a cause for wailing? Am I call’d
For this a murderer? Go!—I say once more,
Thou art no longer Gracchus, or thou ravest!
Caius. I know thee now, barbarian! Would’st thou serve
My cause with crimes?
Ful. And those of that proud man