We are for law. He dies.

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.

Is this the balsam that the usuring Senate
Pours into captains’ wounds? Banishment.

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 forever.
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.
 Senators exit.
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.
’Tis honor with most lands to be at odds.
Soldiers should brook as little wrongs as gods.
 He exits.