Men. Well, no more.
First 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. 'T were well We let the people know't.
Men. What, what? his choler.
Cor. Choler!
Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
By Jove, 't would be my mind.
Sic. 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,
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 monster—wants not spirit
To say, he'll turn your current in a ditch,
And make your channel his? If he have power,
Then veil your IGNORANCE:—[that let him have it.]
—if none, awake
Your dangerous LENITY.