All. You so remaine
Mene. And so are like to doe
Com. That is the way to lay the Citie flat,
To bring the Roofe to the Foundation,
And burie all, which yet distinctly raunges
In heapes, and piles of Ruine
Scici. This deserues Death
Brut. Or let vs stand to our Authoritie,
Or let vs lose it: we doe here pronounce,
Vpon the part o'th' People, in whose power
We were elected theirs, Martius is worthy
Of present Death
Scici. Therefore lay hold of him:
Beare him toth' Rock Tarpeian, and from thence
Into destruction cast him
Brut. aediles seize him
All Ple. Yeeld Martius, yeeld
Mene. Heare me one word, 'beseech you Tribunes, heare me but a word
Aediles. Peace, peace