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First Citizen:
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Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.
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All:
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Speak, speak.
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First Citizen:
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You are all resolved rather to die than to famish?
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All:
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Resolved. resolved.
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First Citizen:
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First, you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people.
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All:
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We know't, we know't.
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First Citizen:
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Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price.
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Is't a verdict?
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All:
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No more talking on't; let it be done: away, away!
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Second Citizen:
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One word, good citizens.
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First Citizen:
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We are accounted poor citizens, the patricians good.
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What authority surfeits on would relieve us: if they
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would yield us but the superfluity, while it were
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wholesome, we might guess they relieved us humanely;
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but they think we are too dear: the leanness that
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afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an
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inventory to particularise their abundance; our
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sufferance is a gain to them Let us revenge this with
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our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know I
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speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.
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Second Citizen:
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Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius?
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All:
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Against him first: he's a very dog to the commonalty.
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Second Citizen:
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Consider you what services he has done for his country?
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First Citizen:
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Very well; and could be content to give him good
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report fort, but that he pays himself with being proud.
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Second Citizen:
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Nay, but speak not maliciously.
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First Citizen:
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I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did
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it to that end: though soft-conscienced men can be
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content to say it was for his country he did it to
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please his mother and to be partly proud; which he
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is, even till the altitude of his virtue.
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Second Citizen:
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What he cannot help in his nature, you account a
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vice in him. You must in no way say he is covetous.
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First Citizen:
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If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations;
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he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition.
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What shouts are these? The other side o' the city
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is risen: why stay we prating here? to the Capitol!
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All:
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Come, come.
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First Citizen:
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Soft! who comes here?
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Second Citizen:
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Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved
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the people.
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First Citizen:
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He's one honest enough: would all the rest were so!
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MENENIUS:
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What work's, my countrymen, in hand? where go you
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With bats and clubs? The matter? speak, I pray you.
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First Citizen:
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Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have
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had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do,
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which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They say poor
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suitors have strong breaths: they shall know we
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have strong arms too.
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MENENIUS:
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Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours,
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Will you undo yourselves?
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