Cor. Say, then: 'tis true, I ought so.
Sic. We charge you, that you have contrived to take
From Rome all season'd office and to wind
Yourself into a power tyrannical;[3377] 65
For which you are a traitor to the people.
Cor. How! traitor!
Men. Nay, temperately; your promise.
Cor. The fires i' the lowest hell fold-in the people![3378]
Call me their traitor! Thou injurious tribune!
Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,[3379] 70
In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in[3379]
Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say[3380]
'Thou liest' unto thee with a voice as free
As I do pray the gods.
Sic. Mark you this, people?[3381]
Citizens. To the rock, to the rock with him![3382][3383]
Sic. Peace! 75
We need not put new matter to his charge:
What you have seen him do and heard him speak,
Beating your officers, cursing yourselves,
Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying
Those whose great power must try him; even this,[3384] 80
So criminal and in such capital kind,[3384]
Deserves the extremest death.
Bru. But since he hath[3385]
Served well for Rome—[3385][3386]
Cor. What do you prate of service?