_Cor._ It is a purposed thing, and grows by plot, To curb the will of the nobility: Suffer 't, and live with such as cannot rule, 40 Nor ever will be ruled. _Bru._ Call't not a plot: The people cry you mock'd them; and of late, When corn was given them gratis, you repined, Scandal'd the suppliants for the people, call'd them[3112] Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness. 45 _Cor._ Why, this was known before. _Bru._ Not to them all. _Cor._ Have you inform'd them sithence?[3113] _Bru._ How! I inform them! _Com._ You are like to do such business.[3114] _Bru._ Not unlike,[3115] Each way, to better yours.[3115][3116] _Cor._ Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds, 50 Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me Your fellow tribune. _Sic._ You show too much of that For which the people stir: if you will pass To where you are bound, you must inquire your way,[3117] Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit; 55 Or never be so noble as a consul,[3118] Nor yoke with him for tribune. _Men._ Let's be calm. _Com._ The people are abused; set on. This paltering[3119] Becomes not Rome; nor has Coriolanus[3120] Deserved this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely 60 I' the plain way of his merit. _Cor._ Tell me of corn![3121] This was my speech, and I will speak 't again--[3121] _Men._ Not now, not now. _First Sen._ Not in this heat, sir, now. _Cor._ Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends,[3122][3123] I crave their pardons:[3122] 65 For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them[3122][3124] Regard me as I do not flatter, and[3122] Therein behold themselves: I say again,[3122][3125] In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition, 70 Which we ourselves have plough'd for, sow'd and scatter'd,[3126] By mingling them with us, the honour'd number; Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that Which they have given to beggars.[3127] _Men._ Well, no more. _First Sen._ No more words, we beseech you. _Cor._ How! no more! 75 As for my country I have shed my blood, Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs Coin words till their decay against those measles, Which we disdain should tetter us, yet sought[3128] The very way to catch them.