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Bru. The people are incens'd against him.

Or all will fall in broil.

Are these your herd ? Must these have voices, that can yield them now, And straight disclaim their tongues ? - What are

your offices ?

You being their mouths, why rule you not their

teeth ? Have you not set them on? Men.

Be calm, be calm. Cor. It is a purpos'd thing, and grows by plot, To curb the will of the nobility :Suffer it, and live with such as cannot rule, Nor ever will be rul’d. Bru.

Call 't not a plot:
The people cry, you mock'd them; and, of late,
When corn was given them gratis, you repin'd ;
Scandal'd the suppliants for the people; call’d them
Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.

Cor. Why, this was known before.

Not to them all.
Cor. Have


inform'd them since ? Bru.

How! I inform them! Cor. You are like to do such business. Bru.

Not unlike, Each

yours. Cor. Why then should I be consul ? By yon

Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me
Your fellow tribune.

You show too much of that,
For which the people stir : If you will pass
To where you are bound, you must inquire your

Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit;
Or never be so noble as a consul,
Nor yoke with him for tribune.

way to better

say again,


Let's be calm.
Com. The people are abus’d:- Set on.-This

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Becomes not Rome ; nor has Coriolanus
Deserv'd this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely
I' the plain way of his merit.

Tell me of corn! This was my speech, and I will speak't again ;

Men. Not now, not now. 1 Sen.

Not in this heat, sir, now. Cor. Now, as I live, I will. - My nobler friends, I crave their pardons : For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them Regard me as I do not flatter, and Therein behold themselves : I In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition, 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 to 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 tetter' us, yet sought The very way to catch them. Bru.

You speak o'the people, As if

you were a god to punish, not A man of their infirmity. Sic.

'Twere well, We let the people know't. Men.

What, what ? his choler?

• Shuffling.

9 Lepers.

1 Scab.

Cor. Choler!
Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
By Jove, 'twould be my mind.

It is a mind,
That shall remain a poison where it is,
Not poison any further.
: Cor.

Shall remain !
Hear you

this Triton of the minnows? mark you His absolute shall ? Com.

'Twas from the canon.” 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 shall, 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, Then vail your ignorance: if none, awake Your dangerous lenity. If you are learned, Be not as common fools ; if you are not, Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians, If they be senator's : and they are no less, When both your voices blended, the greatest taste Most palates theirs. They choose their magistrate ; And such a one as he, who puts his shall,, His popular shall, ágainst a graver bench Than ever frown'd in Greece! By Jove himself, It makes the consuls base: and my soul akes, To know, when two authorities are up, Neither supreme, how soon confusion May enter 'twixt the gap of both, and take The one by the other. Com.

Well on to the market-place. Cor. Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth The corn o' the store-house gratis, as 'twas us'd Sometime in Greece,

2 According to law.



Well, well, no more of that.
Cor. (Though there the people had more absolute

I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed
The ruin of the state.

Why, shall the people give
One, that speaks thus, their voice ?

I'll give my reasons, More worthier than their voices. They know, the Was not our recompence; resting well assur’d They ne'er did service for 't: Being press'd to the.

war, Even when the vitals, of the state were touch'd, They would not thread the gates : this kind of

service Did not deserve corn gratis : being i' the war, Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they show'd Most valour, spoke not for them : The accusation Which they have often made against the senate, All cause unborn, could never be the native 3 Of our so frank donation. Well, what then? How shall this bosom multiplied digest The senate's courtesy ? Let deeds express What's like to be their words :- We did request it ; We are the greater poll, and in true

They gave us our demands: Thus we debase
The nature of our seats, and make the rabble
Call our cares, fears : which will in time break ope
The locks o'the senate, and bring in the crows
To peck the eagles.-

Come, enough.
Bru. Enough, with over-measure.

No, take more: What

may be sworn by, both divine and human, Seal what I end withal - This double worship,

3 Motive, no doubt was Shakspeare's word.

4 Number.

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Where one part does disdain with cause, the other Insult without all reason; where 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, You that will be less fearful than discreet; That love the fundamental part of state, More than you doubts the change of 't; that prefer A noble life before a long, and wish To jump 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 judgment, and bereaves the state Of that integrity which should become it; Not having the power to do the good it would For the ill which doth control it. Bru.

He has said enough. Sic. He has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer As traitors do.

Cor. Thou wretch! despite o'erwhelm thee! -
What should the people do with these bald tribunes ?
On whom depending, their obedience fails
To the greater bench: In a rebellion,
When what's not meet, but what must be, was law,
Then were they chosen; in a better hour,
Let what is meet, be said it must be meet,
And throw their power i' the dust.

Bru. Manifest treason.

This a consul? no.
Bru. The Ædiles, ho !-- Let him be appre-


s Fear.

6 Risk.

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