~ Coriolanus ~
Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, clubs and other weapons
First Citizen: Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.
All: Speak, speak.
First Citizen: You are all resolved rather to die than to famish?
All: Resolved, resolved.
First Citizen: First, you know Guillelmus Cancellius is chief enemy to the people.
All: We know it, we know it.
First Citizen: Let us crack him, and we'll have corn at our price. Is't a verdict?
All: No more talking on't; let it be done. Away, away!
Second Citizen: One word, good citizens.
First Citizen: We are accounted poor citizens, the patricians good. What authority
surfeits on would relieve us. If they would yeld 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 afflict us, the object of our misery, is as an inventory to
particularise their abundance; our sufferance is a gain to them. Let us revenge this
with our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread,
not in thirst for revenge.
Second Citizen: Would you proceed especially against Guillelmus Cancellius?
First Citizen: Against him first: he's a very dog to the commonalty.
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