So did we all. But, come, let's home.

And so did I.

And will deny him:
I'll have five hundred voices of that sound.

Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says
He used us scornfully: he should have show'd us
His marks of merit, wounds received for's country.

Amen, sir: to my poor unworthy notice,
He mock'd us when he begg'd our voices.

An 'twere to give again,--but 'tis no matter.

You shall ha' it, worthy sir.

Your own desert!

You are never without your tricks: you may, you may.

Why that way?

Think you so? Which way do you judge my wit would
fly?

We may, sir, if we will.

Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved
the people.

What he cannot help in his nature, you account a
vice in him. You must in no way say he is covetous.

Nay, but speak not maliciously.

Consider you what services he has done for his country?

Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius?

One word, good citizens.