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I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance,
Could he not speak ’em fair?

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 [265]
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, [270]

And we their hands.

PLEBEIANS

He shall, sure on’t.

MENENIUS
Sir, sir −

SICINIUS
Peace!

MENENIUS
Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt
With modest warrant.