Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 470 words
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Tell me of Corn: this was my speech, And I will speak't again. Not now, not now. Not in this heat, Sir, now. Now as I live, I will. My Nobler friends, I crave their pardons: For the mutable ranke-sented Meynie, Let them regard me, as I do not flatter, And therein behold themselves: I say again, In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our Senate The Cockle of Rebellion, Insolence, Sedition, Which we ourselves have ploughed for, sowed, & scattered, By mingling them with us, the honoured Number, Who lack not Virtue, no, nor Power, but that Which they have given to Beggars. Well, no more. No more words, we beseech you. How? no more? As for my Country, I have shed my blood, Not fearing outward force: So shall my Lungs Coin words till their decay, against those Meazels Which we disdain should Tetter us, yet sought The very way to catch them. You speak o' th' people, as if you were a God, To punish; Not a man, of their Infirmity. 'Twere well we let the people know't. What, what? His Choler? Choler? Were I as patiented as the midnight sleep, By Ioue, 'twould be my mind. It is a mind that shall remain a poison Where it is: not poison any further. Shall remain? Hear you this Triton of the Minnoves? Mark you His absolute Shall? 'Twas from the Cannon. Shall? O God! but most unwise Patricians: why You grave, but wreaklesse Senators, have you thus Given Hydra here to choose an Officer, That with his peremptory Shall, being but The horn, and noise o' th' Monsters, wants not spirit To say, he'll turn your Current in a ditch, And make your Channel his? If he have power, Then vale your Ignorance: If none, awake Your dangerous Lenity: If you are Learned, Be not as common Fools; if you are not, Let them have Cushions by you. You are Plebeians, If they be Senators: and they are no less, When both your voices blended, the great'st taste Most palates theirs. They choose their Magistrate, And such a one as he, who puts his Shall, His popular Shall, against a graver Bench Than ever frowned in Greece. By Ioue himself, It makes the Consul's base; and my Soul aches To know, when two Authorities are up, Neither Supreme; How soon Confusion May enter 'twixt the gap of Both, and take The one by th' other. Well, on to ' th' Market place. Who ever gave that Counsel, to give forth The Corn o' th' Storehouse gratis, as 'twas used Sometime in Greece. Well, well, no more of that. Though there the people had more absolute power I say they nourished disobedience: fed, the ruin of the State. Why shall the people give One that speaks thus, their voice?
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Tell me of Corne: this was my ſpeech, And I will ſpeak't againe. Not now, not now. Not in this heat, Sir, now. Now as I liue, I will. My Nobler friends, I craue their pardons: For the mutable ranke-ſented Meynie, Let them regard me, as I doe not flatter, And therein behold themſelues: I ſay againe, In ſoothing them, we nouriſh 'gainſt our Senate The Cockle of Rebellion, Inſolence, Sedition, Which we our ſelues haue plowed for, ſow'd, & ſcatter'd, By mingling them with vs, the honor'd Number, Who lack not Vertue, no, nor Power, but that Which they haue giuen to Beggers. Well, no more. No more words, we beſeech you. How? no more? As for my Country, I haue ſhed my blood, Not fearing outward force: So ſhall my Lungs Coine words till their decay, againſt thoſe Meazels Which we diſdaine ſhould Tetter vs, yet ſought The very way to catch them. You ſpeake a' th' people, as if you were a God, To puniſh; Not a man, of their Infirmity. 'Twere well we let the people know't. What, what? His Choller? Choller? Were I as patient as the midnight ſleep, By Ioue, 'twould be my minde. It is a minde that ſhall remain a poiſon Where it is: not poyſon any further. Shall remaine? Heare you this Triton of the Minnoues? Marke you His abſolute Shall? 'Twas from the Cannon. Shall? O God! but moſt vnwiſe Patricians: why You graue, but wreakleſſe Senators, haue you thus Giuen Hidra heere to chooſe an Officer, That with his peremptory Shall, being but The horne, and noiſe o' th' Monſters, wants not ſpirit To ſay, hee'l turne your Current in a ditch, And make your Channell his? If he haue power, Then vale your Ignorance: If none, awake Your dangerous Lenity: If you are Learn'd, Be not as common Fooles; if you are not, Let them haue Cuſhions by you. You are Plebeians, If they be Senators: and they are no leſſe, When both your voices blended, the great'ſt taſte Moſt pallates theirs. They chooſe their Magiſtrate, And ſuch a one as he, who puts his Shall, His popular Shall, againſt a grauer Bench Then euer frown'd in Greece. By Ioue himſelfe, It makes the Conſuls baſe; and my Soule akes To know, when two Authorities are vp, Neither Supreame; How ſoone Confuſion May enter 'twixt the gap of Both, and take The one by th' other. Well, on to' th' Market place. Who euer gaue that Counſell, to giue forth The Corne a' th' Store-houſe gratis, as 'twas vs'd Sometime in Greece. Well, well, no more of that. Thogh there the people had more abſolute powre I ſay they noriſht diſobedience: fed, the ruin of the State. Why ſhall the people giue One that ſpeakes thus, their voyce?