And with his cap, thus waving it in fcorn,
I would be Conful, fays he: aged custom,
But by your voices, will not fo permit me;
Your voices, therefore: when we granted that,
Here was I thank you for your voices-thank you
Your moft fweet voices
- now you have left

your voices, I have nothing further with you, Wa'n't this mockery? Sic. Why, either, were you ignorant to fee it? Or, feeing it, of fuch childish friendliness

To yield your voices ?

Bru. Could you not have told him,

As you were leffon'd; when he had no power,
But was a petty fervant to the ftate,
He was your enemy; ftill spake against
Your liberties, and charters that you bear
I'th' body of the weal: and now arriving
At place of potency, and fway o'th' ftate,
If he should still malignantly remain

Faft foe to the Plebeians, your voices might
Be curfes to yourselves. You should have faid,
That as his worthy deeds did claim no lefs
Than what he stood for; fo his gracious nature
Would think upon you for your voices, and
Tranflate his malice tow'rd's you into love,
Standing your friendly Lord.

Sic. Thus to have faid,

As you were fore-advis'd, had touch'd his fpirit,
And try'd his inclination; from him pluck't
Either his gracious promife, which you might,
As caufe had call'd you up, have held him to;
Or elfe it would have gall'd his furly nature;
Which eafily endures not article,

Tying him to aught; fo, putting him to rage,
You fhould have ta'en th' advantage of his choler, -
And pafs'd him unelected.

Bru. Did you perceive,

He did follicit you in free contempt,

When he did need your loves? and do you think,
That his contempt fhall not be bruifing to you,

When he hath power to crush? why, had your bodies

No heart among you? or had you tongues, to cry
Against the rectorship of judgment?

Sic. Have you,

Ere now, deny'd the afker, and, now again
On him that did not afk, but mock, beftow
Your fu'd-for tongues?

3 Cit. He's not confirm'd, we may deny him yet. 2 Cit. And will deny him;

I'll have five hundred voices of that found.

1 Cit. I, twice five hundred, and their friends to piece 'em. Bru. Get you hence inftantly, and tell thofe friends, They've chofe a Conful that will from them take. 'Their liberties; make them of no more voice Than dogs that are as often beat for barking, As therefore kept to do fo.

Sic. Let them affemble;

And on a fafer judgment all revoke

Your ignorant election: enforce his pride,
And his old hate to you: befides, forget not,
With what contempt he wore the humble weed;
How in his fuit he fcorn'd you: but your loves,
Thinking upon his fervices, took from you
The apprehenfion of his prefent portance;
Which gibingly, ungravely, he did fashion
After th' inveterate hate he bears to you.

Bru. Nay, lay a fault on us, your Tribunes, that
We labour'd (no impediment between)
But that you must call your election on him.

Sic. Say, you chofe him,,more after our commandment, Than guided by your own affections;

And that your minds, pre-occupy'd with what
You rather muft do, than what you fhould do,
Made you against the grain to voice him Conful.
Lay the fault on us.

Bru. Ay, fpare us not: fay, we read lectures to you,
How youngly he began to ferve his country,
How long continu'd; and what stock he springs of,
The noble houfe of Marcius; from whence came
That Ancus Marcius, Numa's daughter's fon,
Who, after great Hoftilius, here was King:

of

Of the fame houfe Publius and Quintus were,
That our best water brought by conduits hither.
And Cenforinus, darling of the people,

(And nobly nam'd fo for twice being Cenfor)
Was his great ancestor.

Sic. One thus descended,

That hath befide well in his perfon wrought
To be fet high in place, we did commend
To your remembrances; but you have found,
Scaling his prefent bearing with his paft,
That he's your fixed enemy, and revoke.
Your fudden approbation.

Bru. Say, you ne'er had don't,

(Harp on that ftill) but by our putting on; And prefently, when you have drawn your number, Repair to th' capitol.

All. We will fo; almost all repent in their election,

Bru. Let them go on:

[Exeunt Plebeians.

This mutiny were better put in hazard,

Than ftay paft doubt for greater:

If, as his nature is, he fall in rage 1
With their refufal, both obferve and answer
The vantage of his anger.

Sic. To th' capitol, come; oi

We will be there before the ftream o'th' people:
And this fhall feem, as partly 'tis, their own,
Which we have goarded onward.

[Exeunt,

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Be call'd your vanquisher.

Cor. At Antium lives he?

Lart. At Antium.

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[To Lartius.

Enter

Enter Sicinius and Brutus. *

Behold! thefe are the Tribunes of the people,

The tongues o'th' common mouth : I do defpife them; For they do prank them in authority

Against all noble fufferance.

Sic. Pafs no further.

Cor. Hah!what is that!

Bru. It will be dangerous to go on-no further.
Cor. What makes this change?

Men. The matter?

Com. Hath he not pass'd the nobles and the commons? Bru. Cominius, no.

Cor. Have I had childrens' voices ?

Sen. Tribunes, give way; he fhall to th' market-place. Bru. The people are incens'd against him.

Sic. Stop,

Or all will fall in broil.

Cor. Are thefe your herd?

Muft these have voices, that can yield them now, And ftraight difclaim their tongues? what are your offices? You being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth? Have you not fet them on?

Men. Be calm,' be calm.

Cor. It is a purpos'd thing, and grows by plot,
To curb the will of the Nobility:

Suffer't, and live with fuch as cannot rule,
Nor ever will be rul'd.

Bru. Call't not a plot;

The people cry, you mock'd them; and, of late, When corn was given them gratis, you repin'd: Scandal'd the fuppliants for the people; call'd them Time-pleafers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.

Cor. Why, this was known before.

Bru. Not to them all.

Cor. You are like to do fuch bufinefs.

Bru. Not unlike, each way, to better yours.

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