Sicin. Answer to vs
Corio. Say then: 'tis true, I ought so
Sicin. We charge you, that you haue contriu'd to take
From Rome all season'd Office, and to winde
Your selfe into a power tyrannicall,
For which you are a Traitor to the people
Corio. How? Traytor?
Mene. Nay temperately: your promise
Corio. The fires i'th' lowest hell. Fould in the people:
Call me their Traitor, thou iniurious Tribune.
Within thine eyes sate twenty thousand deaths
In thy hands clutcht: as many Millions in
Thy lying tongue, both numbers. I would say
Thou lyest vnto thee, with a voice as free,
As I do pray the Gods
Sicin. Marke you this people?
All. To'th' Rocke, to'th' Rocke with him
Sicin. Peace:
We neede not put new matter to his charge:
What you haue seene him do, and heard him speake:
Beating your Officers, cursing your selues,
Opposing Lawes with stroakes, and heere defying
Those whose great power must try him.
Euen this so criminall, and in such capitall kinde
Deserues th' extreamest death
Bru. But since he hath seru'd well for Rome
Corio. What do you prate of Seruice
Brut. I talke of that, that know it
Corio. You?
Mene. Is this the promise that you made your mother