Corio. Haue I had Childrens Voyces?
Senat. Tribunes giue way, he shall toth' Market place
Brut. The People are incens'd against him
Scicin. Stop, or all will fall in broyle
Corio. Are these your Heard?
Must these haue Voyces, that can yeeld them now,
And straight disclaim their toungs? what are your Offices?
You being their Mouthes, why rule you not their Teeth?
Haue you not set them on?
Mene. Be calme, be calme
Corio. It is a purpos'd thing, and growes by Plot,
To curbe the will of the Nobilitie:
Suffer't, and liue with such as cannot rule,
Nor euer will be ruled
Brut. Call't not a Plot:
The People cry you mockt them: and of late,
When Corne was giuen them gratis, you repin'd,
Scandal'd the Suppliants: for the People, call'd them
Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to Noblenesse
Corio. Why this was knowne before
Brut. Not to them all
Corio. Haue you inform'd them sithence?
Brut. How? I informe them?
Com. You are like to doe such businesse
Brut. Not vnlike each way to better yours