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He cannot temperately transport his honours
From where he should begin and end, but will
Lose those he hath won.
BRUTUS:
In that there's comfort.
SICINIUS:
Doubt not
The commoners, for whom we stand, but they
Upon their ancient malice will forget
With the least cause these his new honours, which
That he will give them make I as little question
As he is proud to do't.
BRUTUS:
I heard him swear,
Were he to stand for consul, never would he
Appear i' the market-place nor on him put
The napless vesture of humility;
Nor showing, as the manner is, his wounds
To the people, beg their stinking breaths.
SICINIUS:
'Tis right.
BRUTUS:
It was his word: O, he would miss it rather
Than carry it but by the suit of the gentry to him,
And the desire of the nobles.
SICINIUS:
I wish no better
Than have him hold that purpose and to put it
In execution.
BRUTUS:
'Tis most like he will.
SICINIUS:
It shall be to him then as our good wills,
A sure destruction.
BRUTUS:
So it must fall out
To him or our authorities. For an end,
We must suggest the people in what hatred
He still hath held them; that to's power he would
Have made them mules, silenced their pleaders and
Dispropertied their freedoms, holding them,
In human action and capacity,
Of no more soul nor fitness for the world
Than camels in the war, who have their provand
Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows
For sinking under them.
SICINIUS:
This, as you say, suggested
At some time when his soaring insolence
Shall touch the people--which time shall not want,
If he be put upon 't; and that's as easy
As to set dogs on sheep--will be his fire
To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze
Shall darken him for ever.
BRUTUS:
What's the matter?
Messenger:
You are sent for to the Capitol. 'Tis thought
That Marcius shall be consul:
I have seen the dumb men throng to see him and
The blind to bear him speak: matrons flung gloves,
Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchers,
Upon him as he pass'd: the nobles bended,
As to Jove's statue, and the commons made
A shower and thunder with their caps and shouts:
I never saw the like.
BRUTUS:
Let's to the Capitol;
And carry with us ears and eyes for the time,
But hearts for the event.
SICINIUS:
Have with you.
First Officer:
Come, come, they are almost here. How many stand
for consulships?
Second Officer:
Three, they say: but 'tis thought of every one
Coriolanus will carry it.
First Officer:
That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance proud, and
loves not the common people.
Second Officer: