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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Act II: Judgment in the Forum CHORUS: O Rome, thou ancient nurse of law and might, What shadows now do stretch across thy name? The marble gleams, but virtue lies in dust, And gold usurps the laurel of the just. FIRST CITIZEN: Didst hear the sage? His words were sharp as steel. He dared to chide the Consul to his face! SECOND CITIZEN: Aye, but what good doth wisdom serve the poor, When coin and cunning rule the Senate’s floor? THIRD CITIZEN: Yet truth, though trampled, rises from the grave. The gods are just, though men be brave but base. CHORUS: Behold the tyrant, robed in purple pride, Who feeds upon the commonwealth’s decay. He builds his fame on broken oaths and lies, And calls it glory when the people pay. FOURTH CITIZEN: Lucilius speaks as if the gods still care. But do they hear us in their starry halls? FIFTH CITIZEN: They hear, though silent be their judgment now. The wheel shall turn, and Varro’s house shall fall. CHORUS: O Rome, remember Brutus and his blade, Who struck for freedom, not for selfish gain. Let not thy soul be sold for silver’s gleam, Nor let thy laws be writ in blood and shame. MARCUS LUCILIUS: Ye sons of Romulus, awake, arise! The state is not a spoil for greedy hands. Each citizen must guard the sacred flame, Lest darkness drown the light of liberty. CHORUS: Speak on, good sage, thy voice is like a star That pierces through the murk of tyranny. We are not beasts, nor slaves to gilded chains— We are the heirs of Cato and of Rome! CHORUS: So let the tyrant flee, his brow unbowed, But know the people hath a memory. And when the hour of reckoning draws nigh, Let justice rise, and falsehood fall to die.
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