_Cor._ I'll give my reasons, More worthier than their voices. They know the corn[3156] 120 Was not our recompense, resting well assured[3157] They ne'er did service for't: being press'd to the war, Even when the navel of the state was touch'd, They would not thread the gates. This kind of service Did not deserve corn gratis: being i' the war, 125 Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they show'd[3158] Most valour, spoke not for them: the accusation Which they have often made against the senate, All cause unborn, could never be the native[3159] Of our so frank donation. Well, what then?[3160] 130 How shall this bisson multitude digest[3161] The senate's courtesy? Let deeds express What's like to be their words: 'We did request it; We are the greater poll, and in true fear[3162] They gave us our demands.' Thus we debase[3163] 135 The nature of our seats, and make the rabble Call our cares fears; which will in time[3164][3165] Break ope the locks o' the senate, and bring in[3164][3166] The crows to peck the eagles.[3164] _Men._ Come, enough.[3167] _Bru._ Enough, with over measure. _Cor._ No, take more: 140 What may be sworn by, both divine and human,[3168] Seal what I end withal! This double worship, Where one part does disdain with cause, the other[3169] Insult without all reason; where gentry, title, wisdom,[3170] Cannot conclude but by the yea and no 145 Of general ignorance,--it must omit[3171] Real necessities, and give way the while To unstable slightness: purpose so barr'd, it follows,[3172][3173] Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech you,--[3173] You that will be less fearful than discreet; 150 That love the fundamental part of state More than you doubt the change on 't; that prefer[3174] A noble life before a long, and wish To jump a body with a dangerous physic[3175] That's sure of death without it,--at once pluck out[3176] 155 The multitudinous tongue; let them not lick The sweet which is their poison. Your dishonour Mangles true judgement and bereaves the state Of that integrity which should become 't;[3177] Not having the power to do the good it would, 160 For the ill which doth control 't. _Bru._ Has said enough.[3178] _Sic._ Has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer[3179] As traitors do.