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Sic. Help, ye citizens. Men. On both sides, more respect. Sic. There's HE that would Take from you all your power. Bru. Seize him, Aediles. Cit. Down with him. Down with him. Second Sen. Weapons! Weapons! Weapons! Tribunes, patricians: citizens: what ho: Sicinius, Brutus: Coriolanus: citizens: Cit. Peace! Peace! Peace! stay! hold! peace! Men. What is about to be?
Such things become the hatch and brood of time, this Poet says; but art, it seems, anticipates that process. There appears to be more of the future here, than of the times deceased. Bru. We do here pronounce Upon the part of the people, in whose power We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy Of present death. Sic.
And going out on to the pavement she called Pere Bru who was just then crossing the roadway. The old workman entered, stooping and stiff and his face without expression. "Seat yourself there, my good fellow," said the laundress. "You won't mind eating with us, will you?" He simply nodded his head. He was willing; he did not mind. "As well him as another," continued she, lowering her voice.
Make them be strong, and ready for this hint. When we shall hap to give't them. Bru. Go about it. Put him to choler straight. He hath been used Ever to conquer, and to have his worth Of contradiction. Enter CORIOLANUS, and his party. Men. Calmly, I do beseech you. Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the knave by the volume.
Gervaise felt the most pity for Pere Bru in his cubbyhole under the staircase where he hibernated. Sometimes he stayed on his bed of straw without moving for days. Even hunger no longer drove him out since there was no use taking a walk when no one would invite him to dinner. Whenever he didn't show his face for several days, the neighbors would push open his door to see if his troubles were over.
He was calling Madame Boche, saying: "Come down; let them kill each other, it'll be so much scum the less." Meanwhile, Pere Bru had followed Gervaise into the room. Between them they were trying to get him towards the door. But he turned round, speechless and foaming at the lips, and in his pale eyes the alcohol was blazing with a murderous glare.
The old man was speaking of his two sons who had died in the Crimea. Ah, had they but lived, he would have had bread to eat in his old age! Mme Coupeau, whose tongue was a little thick, said: "Yes, but one has a good deal of unhappiness with children. Many an hour have I wept on account of mine." Father Bru hardly heard what she said but talked on, half to himself. "I can't get any work to do.
At last he came to the Giallar Bru that sounding river which flows between the living and the dead, and to the bridge over it which is paved with stones of glittering gold.
In a rebellion, When what's not meet, but what must be was law Then were they chosen: in a better hour, Let what is meet, be said it must be meet, And throw their power i' the dust. Bru. Sic. This a Consul? No. Bru. The Aediles! ho! let him be apprehended. Sic. Cor. Hence, old goat! Senators and Patricians. We'll surety him. Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I shall shake thy bones Out of thy garments.
Bru.. Say you ne'er had done't, Harp on that still, but by our putting on, And presently when you have drawn your number, Repair to the Capitol. Bru. Let them go on. This mutiny were better put in hazard, Than stay, past doubt, for greater; If, as his nature is, he fall in rage With their refusal, both observe and answer The vantage of his anger. Sic.
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