Vol. Pray be counselled: I have a heart as little apt as yours But yet a brain [hear] that leads my use of anger To better vantage.
Men. Well said, noble woman; Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that The VIOLENT PIT O' THE TIME, craves it as PHYSIC For the WHOLE STATE, I would put mine armour on, Which I can scarcely bear.
[It is the diseased common-weal whose case this Doctor is undertaking. That is our subject.]
Cor. What must I do?
Men. Return to the Tribunes.
Cor. Well, What then? what then?
Men. Repent what you have spoke.
Cor. For them? I can not do it to the gods: Must I then do't to them?
Vol. You are too absolute; Though therein you can never be too noble But when extremities speak. I have heard you say, HONOR and POLICY [hear] like unsevered friends I' the war do grow together: Grant that, and tell me. In peace, what each of them by the other loses That they combine not there?
Cor. Tush; tush!