Virg monologue (Act 4) — The Poetaster

And for a week or two see him lock'd up In some dark place, removed from company; He will talk idly else after his physic. Now to you, sir. [to Demetrius.] The extremity of law Awards you to be branded in the front, For this your calumny: but since it pleaseth Horace, the party wrong'd, t' intreat of Caesar A mitigation of that juster doom, With Caesar's tongue thus we pronounce your sentence. Demetrius Fannius, thou shalt here put on That coat and cap, and henceforth think thyself No other than they make thee; vow to wear them In every fair and generous assembly, Till the best sort of minds shall take to knowledge As well thy satisfaction, as thy wrongs.