Enter Sicinius and Brutus. Behold, these are the Tribunes of the people, Against all noble fufferance. Sic. Pafs no further. Cor. Hah!- what is that! Bru. It will be dangerous to go on no further. Men. The matter? Com. Hath he not pafs'd the Nobles and the Commons? Bru. Cominius, no. Cor. Have I had children's voices? Sen. Tribunes, give way, he fhall to th' market-place. Bru. The people are incens'd against him. Sic. Stop. Or all will fall in broil. Cor. Are thefe your herd? Muft these have voices, that can yield them now, Men. Be calm, be calm. Cor. It is a purpos'd thing, and grows by plot, Suffer't, and live with fuch as cannot rule, Bru. Call't not a plot, The people cry you mock'd them; and of late, Cor. Why, this was known before. Bru. Not to them all. Cor. Have you inform'd them fince? Cor. 'Yes, you are like enough to` do fuch business. Cor. Why then fhould I be Conful? by yond clouds, Let me deserve fo ill as you, and make me Your Fellow-Tribune. Sic. You fhew too much of that, For which the people ftir; if you will pafs To where you're bound, you must enquire your way, Or never be so noble as a Conful, Nor yoke with him for Tribune. Men. Let's be calm. Com. The people are abus'd, fet on; this paltring Deferv'd this fo difhonour'd rub, laid falfly Cor. Tell me of corn! This was my fpeech, 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 As for my nobler friends, I crave their pardons: In foothing them, we nourifh 'gainst our Senate Which we our felves have plow'd for, fow'd and fcatter'd, Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that Which we have given to beggars, Men. Well, no more Sen. No more words, we beseech you Cor. How! -no more! As for my country I have fhed my blood, You are like to 6 each way, to better yours. Which Which we difdain fhould tetter us, yet feek Bru. You speak o' th' people, "'Sir, as if Sic. 'Twere well we let The people know't. Men. What, what! his choler? Were I as patient as the midnight fleep, Sic. It is a mind. That shall remain a poifon where it is, Cor. Shall remain ? you Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you Com. 'Twas from the canon. Cor. Shall? thus were O good but most unwife Patricians, why, if none, awake Your dangerous lenity: if you are learned, Moft Moft palates theirs. They chufe their magistrate, May enter 'twixt the gap of both, and take Cor. Whoever gave that counfel, to give forth The corn o' th' ftorehouse gratis, as 'twas us'd Sometime in Greece Men. Well, well, no more of that. Cor. Though there the people had more abfolute powers I fay, they nourish'd difobedience, fed The ruin of the ftate. Bru. 'Shall th' people give, One that speaks thus, their voice? More worthy than their voice. They know the corn ! Why fhall 2 Our Call Call our cares, fears; which will in time break ope 3 Men. 'Come, enough, enough. Bru. Enough, with over measure. What may be fworn by, both divine and human, Of gen'ral ignorance, it must omit Real neceffities, and give way the while Το vamp a body with a dangerous phyfick, Bru. H'as faid enough. Sic. H'as fpoken like a traitor, and shall answer As traitors do. Cor. Thou wretch! defpight o'er-whelm thee! What should the people do with these bald Tribunes? On whom depending, their obedience fails To th' greater bench. In a rebellion, When what's not meet, but what must be, was law, Let what is meet, be faid, 'That must be law,` And 3 Come, enough. 4 doubt 5 it must be meet, |