Sic. Where is this viper,
That would depopulate the city, and[3234][3235]
Be every man himself?[3234]
Men. You worthy tribunes—[3236] 265
Sic. 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,[3237]
Which he so sets at nought.
First Cit. He shall well know[3238] 270
The noble tribunes are the people's mouths,[3238]
And we their hands.[3238]
Citizens. He shall, sure on't.[3239]
Men. Sir, sir,—[3240]
Sic. Peace!
Men. Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt[3241] 275
With modest warrant.
Sic. Sir, how comes 't that you[3242][3243]
Have holp to make this rescue?[3242]
Men. Hear me speak:[3244]
As I do know the consul's worthiness,[3244]
So can I name his faults,—[3244]