Oak, rush, garland

Coriolanus, [1.1.173-189]. Marcius. “Your virtue is/ To make him worthy whose offense subdues him/ And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness/ Deserves your hate; and your affections are/ A sick man’s appetite, who desires most that/ Which would increase his evil. He that depends/ Upon your favors swims with fins of lelad/ And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye?/ Withh every minute you do change a mind,/ And call him noblel that was now your hate,/ Him vile that was your garland. What’s the matter,/ That in these several lplaces of the city/ You cry against the noble senate, who,/ Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else/ Would feed on one another? –What’s their seeking?” Memenius. “For corn at their own rates, whereop, they say,/ the city is well stor’d.”


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