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He did oppose his foe;

And with such sober and unnoted passion

He did behove his anger ere 'twas spent,

As if he had but prov'd an argument.

FIRST SENATOR.

You undergo too strict a paradox,

Striving to make an ugly deed look fair;

Your words have took such pains as if they labour'd

To bring manslaughter into form and set

Quarrelling upon the head of valour; which, indeed,

Is valour misbegot, and came into the world

When sects and factions were newly born.

He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer

The worst that man can breathe,

And make his wrongs his outsides,

To wear them like his raiment, carelessly,

And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,

To bring it into danger.

If wrongs be evils, and enforce us kill,

What folly 'tis to hazard life for ill!

ALCIBIADES.

My lord-

FIRST SENATOR.

You cannot make gross sins look clear:

To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

ALCIBIADES.

My lords, then, under favour, pardon me

If I speak like a captain:

Why do fond men expose themselves to battle,

And not endure all threats? Sleep upon't,

And let the foes quietly cut their throats,

Without repugnancy? If there be

Such valour in the bearing, what make we

Abroad? Why, then, women are more valiant,

That stay at home, if bearing carry it;

And the ass more captain than the lion; the fellow

Loaden with irons wiser than the judge,

If wisdom be in suffering. O my lords,

As you are great, be pitifully good.

Who cannot condemn rashness in cold blood?

To kill, I grant, is sin's extremest gust;

But, in defence, by mercy, 'tis most just.

To be in anger is impiety;

But who is man that is not angry?

Weigh but the crime with this.

SECOND SENATOR.

You breathe in vain.

ALCIBIADES.

In vain! His service done

At Lacedaemon and Byzantium

Were a sufficient briber for his life.

FIRST SENATOR.

What's that?

ALCIBIADES.

Why, I say, my lords, has done fair service,

And slain in fight many of your enemies;

How full of valour did he bear himself

In the last conflict, and made plenteous wounds!

SECOND SENATOR.

He has made too much plenty with 'em.

He's a sworn rioter; he has a sin that often

Drowns him and takes his valour prisoner.

If there were no foes, that were enough

To overcome him. In that beastly fury

He has been known to commit outrages

And cherish factions. 'Tis inferr'd to us

His days are foul and his drink dangerous.

FIRST SENATOR.

He dies.

ALCIBIADES.

Hard fate! He might have died in war.

My lords, if not for any parts in him-

Though his right arm might purchase his own time,

And be in debt to none- yet, more to move you,

Take my deserts to his, and join 'em both;

And, for I know your reverend ages love

Security, I'll pawn my victories, all

My honours to you, upon his good returns.

If by this crime he owes the law his life,

Why, let the war receive't in valiant gore;

For law is strict, and war is nothing more.

FIRST SENATOR.

We are for law: he dies. Urge it no more

On height of our displeasure. Friend or brother,

He forfeits his own blood that spills another.

ALCIBIADES.

Must it be so? It must not be. My lords,

I do beseech you, know me.

SECOND SENATOR.

How!

ALCIBIADES.

Call me to your remembrances.

THIRD SENATOR.

What!

ALCIBIADES.

I cannot think but your age has forgot me;

It could not else be I should prove so base

To sue, and be denied such common grace.

My wounds ache at you.

FIRST SENATOR.

Do you dare our anger?

'Tis in few words, but spacious in effect:

We banish thee for ever.

ALCIBIADES.

Banish me!

Banish your dotage! Banish usury

That makes the Senate ugly.

FIRST SENATOR.

If after two days' shine Athens contain thee,

Attend our weightier judgment. And, not to swell our spirit,

He shall be executed presently. Exeunt SENATORS

ALCIBIADES.

Now the gods keep you old enough that you may live

Only in bone, that none may look on you!

I'm worse than mad; I have kept back their foes,

While they have told their money and let out

Their coin upon large interest, I myself

Rich only in