hold of him; Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence Into destruction cast him. AEdiles, seize him! Yield, Marcius, yield! Hear me one word; Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word. Peace, peace! Be that you seem, truly your country's friend, And temperately proceed to what you would Thus violently redress. Sir, those cold ways, That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him, And bear him to the rock. No, I'll die here. There's some among you have beheld me fighting: Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me. Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile. Lay hands upon him. Help Marcius, help, You that be noble; help him, young and old! Down with him, down with him! Go, get you to your house; be gone, away! All will be naught else. Get you gone. Stand fast; We have as many friends as enemies. Sham it be put to that? The gods forbid! I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house; Leave us to cure this cause. For 'tis a sore upon us, You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you. Come, sir, along with us. I would they were barbarians--as they are, Though in Rome litter'd--not Romans--as they are not, Though calved i' the porch o' the Capitol-- Be gone; Put not your worthy rage into your tongue; One time will owe another. On fair ground I could beat forty of them. I could myself Take up a brace o' the best of them; yea, the two tribunes: But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic; And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands Against a falling fabric. Will you hence, Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend Like interrupted waters and o'erbear What they are used to bear. Pray you, be gone: I'll try whether my old wit be in request With those that have but little: this must be patch'd With cloth of any colour. Nay, come away. This man has marr'd his fortune. His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth: What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent; And, being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death. Here's goodly work! I would they were abed! I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance! Could he not speak 'em fair?