Accusing a traitor

You lords and heads o' the state, perfidiously
He has betray'd your business, and given up,
For certain drops of salt, your city Rome,
I say 'your city,' to his wife and mother;
Breaking his oath and resolution like
A twist of rotten silk, never admitting
Counsel o' the war, but at his nurse's tears.
He whined and roar'd away your victory,
That pages blush'd at him and men of heart
Look'd wondering each at other.