Vol. O, sir, sir, sir,[3283]
I would have had you put your power well on,
Before you had worn it out.
Cor. Let go.[3284]
Vol. You might have been enough the man you are,
With striving less to be so: lesser had been[3285] 20
The thwartings of your dispositions, if[3286]
You had not show'd them how ye were disposed[3287]
Ere they lack'd power to cross you.
Cor. Let them hang.
Vol. Ay, and burn too.
Enter Menenius with the Senators.
Men. Come, come, you have been too rough, something too rough;[3288][3289]25
You must return and mend it.[3288]
First Sen. There's no remedy;[3290]
Unless, by not so doing, our good city
Cleave in the midst, and perish.
Vol. Pray, be counsell'd:
I have a heart as little apt as yours,[3291]
But yet a brain that leads my use of anger 30
To better vantage.
Men. Well said, noble woman!
Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that[3292]
The violent fit o' the time craves it as physic[3293]
For the whole state, I would put mine armour on,[3294]
Which I can scarcely bear.