FIRST SENATOR
My lord, you have my voice to ’t. The fault’s
Bloody. necessary he should die.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
SECOND SENATOR
Most true, the law shall bruise ’em.
ALCIBIADES
Honour, health, and compassion to the senate!
FIRST SENATOR
Now, captain?
ALCIBIADES
I am a humble suitor to your virtues,
For pity is the virtue of the law,
And none but tyrants use it cruelly.
It pleases time and fortune to lie heavy
Upon a friend of mine, who in hot blood
stepped into the law, which is past depth
To those that without heed do plunge into’t.
He is a man, setting his fate aside,
Of comely virtues,
Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice—
An honour in him which buys out his fault—
But with a noble fury and fair spirit,
Seeing his reputation touched to death,
He did oppose his foe;
And with such sober and unnoted passion
He did behave his anger, spent,
As if he had but proved 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 laboured
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 prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.
If wrongs be evils and enforce us kill,
What folly 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 felon
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, 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. inferred 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 honour, 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?
in few words, but spacious in effect:
We banish for ever.
ALCIBIADES
Banish me?
Banish your dotage, banish usury,
That makes the Senate ugly.
FIRST SENATOR
If, after two days’ shine, Athens contain ,
Attend our weightier judgment.
And, not to swell our spirit,
He shall be executed .
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 large hurts. All those for this?
Is this the balsam that the usuring senate
Pours into captains’ wounds? Banishment.
It comes not ill. I hate not to be banished.
It is a cause worthy my spleen and fury,
That I may strike at Athens. I’ll cheer up
My discontented troops and lay for hearts.
honour with most lands to be at odds.
Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods.