You say your foes are wrong—It may be so,
At least they act with one thought in their minds,
That you wish civil war for your own ends.
Why not disprove them, strike them dumb, resign
Your provinces!” and let them cut my throat!
“Return to Rome a citizen. That one act
Would make you just—immortal, and they, they,
Would shrink back to their holes, never again
To dare the splendor of the day and truth.
Pompey is not against you. Him I know.