In the back of the chamber a tall stocky man rose to address the assembly, quiet until now, Aedile Gaius Antonius Hybrida was ready to speak. When, O Sulpicianus, do you mean to cease abusing our patience? How long is this madness of yours to mock us? When is there to be an end of that unbridled audacity of yours, swaggering about as it does now? Members of the assembly, we sit and debate the merits of this and the necessity of that, tradition vs necessity, the needs of Rome. All but one of these is immaterial, and that is Rome itself. An institution that has endured longer than any man alive. And endured it has, through the support of the populace, through the guidance of the senate, and through the will of the gods.
And while our destinies are led by fate, this senate is governed by the laws of men. You would disregard all of this, to further you own selfish desires, your schemes would be the death of order, setting a precedent for future crimes against the Senate. I will not stand for it, I serve the people of Rome, and serve them well.
Valerius you have my support, this madness of Suplicianus cannot come to pass.