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The people cry, you mock'd them; and, of late,
Cor. Why, this was known before.
Not to them all.
How? I inform them?
You show too much of that
Let's be calın.
Tell me of corn!
Not in this heat, sir, now.
Which we ourselves have plough'd for, sow'd and
scatter'd, By mingling them with us, the honour'd number; Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that. Which they have given o beggars. Men.
Well, no more. 1 Sen. No more words, we beseech you. Cor.
How! no more? As for my country I have shed my blood, Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs Coin words till their decay, against those meazels Which we disdain should tettert us, yet sought The very way to catch them. Bru.
You speak o'the people, As if you were a god to punisl, not A man of their infirmity. Sic.
'Twere well, We let the people know't. Men.
What, what? bis choler?
It is a mind,
Shall remain !
'Twas from the canons. Cor.
Shall! O good, but most unwise patricians, why, You grave, but reckless senators, have you thus Given Hydra here to choose an officer, That with his peremptory shull, being but The horn and noise o'the monsters, wants not spirit To say, he'll turn your current in a ditch, And make your channel his? If he have power,
* Lepers. Scab.
According to law.
Small fish. # Careless.
Then vail your ignorance: if none, awake
Well-on to the market-place.'
Well, well, no more of that. Cor. (Though there the people had more absolute
Why, shall the people give
I'll give my reasons, More worthier than their voices. They know, the
corn Was not our recompence; resting well assur'd They ne'er did service fort: Being press'd to the
war, Even when the navel of the state was touch'd, They would not thread the gates: this kind of
• Pass through.
Which they have often made against the senate,
No, take more: What may be sworn by, both divine and human, Seal what I end withal !-- This double worship,-Where one part does disdain with cause, the other Insult without all reason; wiere gentry, title, wis.
dom, Cannot conclude, but by the yea and no Of general ignorance,-it must omit Real necessities, and give way the while To unstable slightness: purpose so barr'd, it follows, Nothing is done to purpose: Therefore, beseech
you, o You that will be less fearful than discreet; That love the fundamental part of state, More than you doubt the change of't; that prefer A noble life before a long, and wish To jump é a body with a dangerous physick That's sure of death without it,--at once pluck out The multitudinous tongue, let them not lick The sweet which is their poison : your dishonour Mangles true judgement, and hereaves the state Of that integrity which should become it;
* Motive, no doubt, was Shakspeare's word.
Not having the power to do the good it would,
He has said enongh. Sic. He has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer As traitors do.
Cor. Thou wretch ! despite o'erwhelm thee!--
Bru, Manifest treason.
This a consul ? no.
Hence, old goat!
Aged sir, bands off. Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I shall shake thy
bones Out of thy garments. Sic.
Help, ye citizens.
Re-enter Brutus, with the Ædiles, and a rabble of
Here's he, that would
Seize him, ædiles, Cit. Down with him, down with him !
(Several speak. 2 Sen.
Weapons, weapons, weapons! [They all bustle about Coriolanus.