Coriolanus, [1.1.189-199]. Marcius. Hang ’em! They say?/ They’ll sit by th’ fire, and presume to know/ What’s done i’ th’ Capitol; who’s like to rise,/ Who thrives and who declines; side factions, and give out/ Conjectural marriages, making parties strong/ And feebling such as stand not in their liking/ Below their cobbled shoes. They say there’s grain enough?/ Would the nobility lay aside their ruth/ And let me use my sword, I’d make a quarry/ With thousands of these quarter’d sllaves, as high/ As I could pick my lance.”


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