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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:Sufferit, and live with such as cannot rule, Nor ever will be ruld. 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 you inform’d them since?

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

Not unlike, Each way, to better yours. Cor. Why then should I be consul? By 'yon

clouds, 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.

Let's be calm.



Com. The people are abus'd:—Set on.—This

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

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

Men. Not now, not now. | 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 say again, 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.



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

What, what? his choler?
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.

Shall remain !-
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you
His absolute shall ?

'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 spi

rit 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 senators: 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, against a graver bench Than ever frown'd in Greece! By Jove himself,

It makes the consuls base: and my soul aches,
To know, when two authorities are up,
Neither supreme, how soon confusion
May enter 'twixt the gap of both, and take
The one by t’other.

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

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

lute power,)
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

corn Was not our recompense; resting well assur’d They ne'er did service for’t: 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

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 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 fear
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.
Cor. .

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; 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 urrstable slightness: purpose so barr’d, it fol

• lows, 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 doubt 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

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