ALL PLEBEIANS.
You so remain.
MENENIUS.
And so are like to do.
COMINIUS.
That is the way to lay the city flat,
To bring the roof to the foundation
And bury all which yet distinctly ranges
In heaps and piles of ruin.
SICINIUS.
This deserves death.
BRUTUS.
Or let us stand to our authority
Or let us lose it. We do here pronounce,
Upon the part o’ th’ people, in whose power
We were elected theirs, Martius is worthy
Of present death.
SICINIUS.
Therefore lay hold of him,
Bear him to th’ rock Tarpeian, and from thence
Into destruction cast him.
BRUTUS.
Aediles, seize him!
ALL PLEBEIANS.
Yield, Martius, yield!
MENENIUS.
Hear me one word.
Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.
AEDILES.
Peace, peace!