All of Shakespeare’s plays.
The gods be good to us! Come, masters, let's home.
I ever said we were i' the wrong when we banished
For mine own part,
When I said, banish him, I said 'twas pity.
Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees,
Are bound to pray for you both.
He shall well know
The noble tribunes are the people's mouths,
And we their hands.
I twice five hundred and their friends to piece 'em.
No,'tis his kind of speech: he did not mock us.
He has our voices, sir.
The price is to ask it kindly.
And to make us no better thought of, a little help
will serve; for once we stood up about the corn, he
himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude.
Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him.
We have ever your good word.
I the great toe! why the great toe?
It was an answer: how apply you this?
Ay, sir; well, well.
Ye're long about it.
The former agents, if they did complain,
What could the belly answer?
Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd,
Who is the sink o' the body,--
Your belly's answer? What!
The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye,
The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,
Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter.
With other muniments and petty helps
In this our fabric, if that they--
Well, sir, what answer made the belly?
Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet you must not think to
fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an 't please
Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us
yet: suffer us to famish, and their store-houses
crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to
support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act
established against the rich, and provide more
piercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain
We cannot, sir, we are undone already.
Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have
had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do,
which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They say poor
suitors have strong breaths: they shall know we
have strong arms too.
He's one honest enough: would all the rest were so!
Soft! who comes here?
If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations;
he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition.
What shouts are these? The other side o' the city
is risen: why stay we prating here? to the Capitol!
I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did
it to that end: though soft-conscienced men can be
content to say it was for his country he did it to
please his mother and to be partly proud; which he
is, even till the altitude of his virtue.
Very well; and could be content to give him good
report fort, but that he pays himself with being proud.
We are accounted poor citizens, the patricians good.
What authority surfeits on would relieve us: if they
would yield us but the superfluity, while it were
wholesome, we might guess they relieved us humanely;
but they think we are too dear: the leanness that
afflicts us, the object of our ...
Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price.
Is't a verdict?
First, you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people.
You are all resolved rather to die than to famish?
Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.
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