Enter Brutus and Sicinius with the rabble again.
SICINIUS.
Where is this viper
That would depopulate the city and
Be every man himself?
MENENIUS.
You worthy tribunes—
SICINIUS.
He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock
With rigorous hands. He hath resisted law,
And therefore law shall scorn him further trial
Than the severity of the public power
Which he so sets at naught.
FIRST CITIZEN.
He shall well know
The noble tribunes are the people’s mouths,
And we their hands.
ALL PLEBEIANS.
He shall, sure on’t.
MENENIUS.
Sir, sir—
SICINIUS.
Peace!
MENENIUS.
Do not cry havoc where you should but hunt
With modest warrant.
SICINIUS.
Sir, how comes’t that you
Have holp to make this rescue?