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Let them pull all about mine ears, present me death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels
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or pile ten hills on the tarpaian rock, that the precipitation might downstretch below the
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beam of sight, yet will I still be thus to them. You do the nobler
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I muse my mother does not approve me further, who is wont to call them woolen vassals
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things created to buy and sell with groats. I talk of you
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Why do you wish me milder? Would you have me false to my nature
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Rather say, I play the man I am. Oh, sir, sir, sir
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I would have had you put your power well on before you had worn it out
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Let go. You might have been enough the man you are with striving less to be so
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lesser had been the thwartings of your dispositions if you hadn't showed them
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how you were disposed ere they lacked power to cross you let them hide
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aye and burn to come come you've been too rough, something too rough
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you must return and mend it there is no remedy unless by not so doing
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our good city cleave in the midst and perish pray be counselled I have a heart as little apt as yours but yet a brain that leads my use of anger to better vantage
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Well said, noblewoman. What must I do? Return to the tribunes. Well, what
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then? What then? Repent what you have spoke. For them. I cannot do it
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to the gods. Must I then do it to them? You are too absolute
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Though therein you can Never be too noble but when extremities speak
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I've heard you say, honour and policy, like unsevered friends in the war
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do grow together. Grant that and tell me in peace what each of them by the other lose
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that they combine not there. Tush, tush. A good demand. Why force you this
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Because that now it lies you on to speak to the people
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not by your own instruction, nor by the matter which your heart prompts you
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but with such words as are but rooted in your tongue, though but s and syllables of no allowance to your bosom's truth
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Now this no more dishonours you at all than to take in a town with gentle words
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which else would put you to your fortunes and the hazard of much blood
