_Sic._ He cannot temperately transport his honours From where he should begin and end, but will[2878] Lose those he hath won.[2879] _Bru._ In that there's comfort. _Sic._ Doubt not The commoners, for whom we stand, but they 215 Upon their ancient malice will forget With the least cause these his new honours; which[2880] That he will give them make I as little question[2881] As he is proud to do 't.[2882] _Bru._ I heard him swear, Were he to stand for consul, never would he 220 Appear i' the market-place, nor on him put The napless vesture of humility,[2883] Nor showing, as the manner is, his wounds To the people, beg their stinking breaths. _Sic._ 'Tis right. _Bru._ It was his word: O, he would miss it rather[2884] 225 Than carry it but by the suit of the gentry to him[2884] And the desire of the nobles.[2884][2885] _Sic._ I wish no better[2886] Than have him hold that purpose and to put it[2886] In execution.[2886] _Bru._ 'Tis most like he will. _Sic._ It shall be to him then, as our good wills,[2887][2888] 230 A sure destruction.[2887] _Bru._ So it must fall out To him or our authorities. For an end,[2889] We must suggest the people in what hatred He still hath held them; that to's power he would[2890] Have made them mules, silenced their pleaders and[2891] 235 Dispropertied their freedoms; holding them,[2892] In human action and capacity,[2892] Of no more soul nor fitness for the world Than camels in the war, who have their provand[2893] Only for bearing burthens, and sore blows 240 For sinking under them. _Sic._ This, as you say, suggested At some time when his soaring insolence[2894] Shall touch the people--which time shall not want,[2895][2896] If he be put upon 't; and that's as easy As to set dogs on sheep--will be his fire[2897] 245 To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze Shall darken him for ever. _Enter a_ Messenger. _Bru._ What's the matter? _Mess._ You are sent for to the Capitol. 'Tis thought[2898][2899] That Marcius shall be consul:[2898] I have seen the dumb men throng to see him and[2898] 250 The blind to hear him speak: matrons flung gloves,[2898][2900] Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchers,[2901] Upon him as he pass'd: the nobles bended, As to Jove's statue, and the commons made A shower and thunder with their caps and shouts: 255 I never saw the like.