Cor. Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends,[3122][3123]
I crave their pardons:[3122] 65
For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them[3122][3124]
Regard me as I do not flatter, and[3122]
Therein behold themselves: I say again,[3122][3125]
In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate
The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition, 70
Which we ourselves have plough'd for, sow'd and scatter'd,[3126]
By mingling them with us, the honour'd number;
Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that
Which they have given to beggars.[3127]
Men. Well, no more.
First Sen. No more words, we beseech you.
Cor. How! no more! 75
As for my country I have shed my blood,
Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs
Coin words till their decay against those measles,
Which we disdain should tetter us, yet sought[3128]
The very way to catch them.
Bru. You speak o' the people,[3129][3130] 80
As if you were a god to punish, not[3129][3131]
A man of their infirmity.[3129][3132]
Sic. 'Twere well[3129]
We let the people know't.[3129]
Men. What, what? his choler?[3129]
Cor. Choler![3129]
Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,[3129] 85
By Jove, 'twould be my mind![3133]
Sic. It is a mind[3133]
That shall remain a poison where it is,[3133]
Not poison any further.[3133]
Cor. Shall remain![3133]
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you[3134]
His absolute 'shall'?