Bru. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights[2866]
Are spectacled to see him: your prattling nurse
Into a rapture lets her baby cry[2867] 195
While she chats him: the kitchen malkin pins[2868]
Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck,
Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, windows,[2869][2870]
Are smother'd up, leads fill'd and ridges horsed[2869]
With variable complexions, all agreeing 200
In earnestness to see him: seld-shown flamens[2871]
Do press among the popular throngs, and puff
To win a vulgar station: our veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and damask in[2872][2873]
Their nicely-gawded cheeks to the wanton spoil[2873] 205
Of Phœbus' burning kisses: such a pother,[2874]
As if that whatsoever god who leads him
Were slily crept into his human powers,[2875]
And gave him graceful posture.[2876]
Sic. On the sudden,[2877]
I warrant him consul.[2877]
Bru. Then our office may,[2877] 210
During his power, go sleep.[2877]
Sic. He cannot temperately transport his honours
From where he should begin and end, but will[2878]
Lose those he hath won.[2879]
Bru. In that there's comfort.
Sic. Doubt not
The commoners, for whom we stand, but they 215
Upon their ancient malice will forget
With the least cause these his new honours; which[2880]
That he will give them make I as little question[2881]
As he is proud to do 't.[2882]
Bru. I heard him swear,
Were he to stand for consul, never would he 220
Appear i' the market-place, nor on him put
The napless vesture of humility,[2883]
Nor showing, as the manner is, his wounds
To the people, beg their stinking breaths.
Sic. 'Tis right.
Bru. It was his word: O, he would miss it rather[2884] 225
Than carry it but by the suit of the gentry to him[2884]
And the desire of the nobles.[2884][2885]