Mene. Heare me one word, 'beseech you Tribunes, heare me but a word
Aediles. Peace, peace
Mene. Be that you seeme, truly your Countries friend,
And temp'rately proceed to what you would
Thus violently redresse
Brut. Sir, those cold wayes,
That seeme like prudent helpes, are very poysonous,
Where the Disease is violent. Lay hands vpon him,
And beare him to the Rock.
Corio. drawes his Sword.
Corio. No, Ile die here:
There's some among you haue beheld me fighting,
Come trie vpon your selues, what you haue seene me
Mene. Downe with that Sword, Tribunes withdraw
a while
Brut. Lay hands vpon him
Mene. Helpe Martius, helpe: you that be noble, helpe him young and old
All. Downe with him, downe with him.