(iI. i. 211.)
He is scandalised by the insolence of the plebs in revolting against such authority:
What’s the matter,
That in these several places of the city
You cry against the noble senate, who,
Under the gods, keep you in awe?
(i. i. 188.)
His gorge rises at the thought of a representative of the people imposing his mandate on so august a body.
They choose their magistrate,
And such a one as he, who puts his “shall,”