_Com._ That is the way to lay the city flat,[3201] To bring the roof to the foundation, 205 And bury all which yet distinctly ranges, In heaps and piles of ruin. _Sic._ This deserves death. _Bru._ Or let us stand to our authority, Or let us lose it. We do here pronounce, Upon the part o' the people, in whose power 210 We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy Of present death. _Sic._ Therefore lay hold of him;[3202] Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence Into destruction cast him. _Bru._ Ædiles, seize him! _Citizens._ Yield, Marcius, yield![3203] _Men._ Hear me one word;[3204] 215 Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.[3204][3205] _Ædiles._ Peace, peace! _Men._ [_To Brutus_] Be that you seem, truly your country's friend,[3206] And temperately proceed to what you would Thus violently redress. _Bru._ Sir, those cold ways, 220 That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous[3207] Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him,[3208] And bear him to the rock. _Cor._ No, I'll die here. [_Drawing his sword._[3209] There's some among you have beheld me fighting: Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me.[3210] 225 _Men._ Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile. _Bru._ Lay hands upon him. _Men._ Help Marcius, help,[3211][3212] You that be noble; help him, young and old![3212] _Citizens._ Down with him, down with him! [_In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ædiles, and the People, are beat in._[3213] _Men._ Go, get you to your house; be gone, away![3214] 230 All will be naught else. _Sec. Sen._ Get you gone. _Com._ Stand fast;[3215][3216] We have as many friends as enemies.[3216] _Men._ Shall it be put to that? _First Sen._ The gods forbid![3217] I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house; Leave us to cure this cause. _Men._ For 'tis a sore upon us[3218] 235 You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you. _Com._ Come, sir, along with us.[3219] _Cor._ I would they were barbarians--as they are,[3220] Though in Rome litter'd--not Romans--as they are not,[3220] Though calved i' the porch o' the Capitol,--[3220] _Men._ Be gone:[3220][3221][3222] 240 Put not your worthy rage into your tongue:[3220][3222] One time will owe another.[3220][3223] _Cor._ On fair ground[3224] I could beat forty of them.[3224]