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Therefore, lay hold of him; Bear him to the rook Tarpeian, and from thence Into destruction cast him. Bru. AEdiles, seize him. Cit. Yield, Marcius, yield. Men. Hear me, one word. Beseech you, tribunes, hear me, but a word. AEdiles. Peace, peace. Men. Be that you seem, truly your country's friend, And temperately proceed to what you would Thus violently redress. Bru.
No smell of cooking filled the air, which, on the contrary, was laden with the shrill cries of hungry children, heavy with the sighs of weary, heartbroken mothers and with the oaths of drunken husbands and fathers. Gervaise pitied Father Bru from the bottom of her heart; he lay the greater part of the time rolled up in the straw in his den under the staircase leading to the roof.
Sir, those cold ways That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous. Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him, And bear him to the rock. Cor. Men. DOWN with THAT SWORD; tribunes, withdraw awhile. Bru. Lay hands upon him. Men. Help, help, MARCIUS, help! You that be NOBLE, help him, young and old. Cit.
She cast glances of disgust at his work-roughened hands and his faded, patched smock, and drew away from him. Pere Bru sat with his head bowed, waiting. He was bothered by the napkin that was on the plate before him. Finally he lifted it off and placed it gently on the edge of the table, not thinking to spread it over his knees.
Cit. It shall be so, it shall be so: let him away, He's banish'd, and it shall be so. Com. Hear me, MY MASTERS, and my COMMON FRIENDS. Sic. HE'S SENTENCED: no more hearing. Com. Let me speak: Bru. THERE'S NO MORE TO BE SAID, BUT HE IS BANISHED, As ENEMY to the PEOPLE, AND HIS COUNTRY: IT SHALL BE SO. Cit. And this is the story that was set before a king!
Sen. To unbuild the city and to lay all flat. Sic. What is the city, but the people. Cit. TRUE, The people are the city. Bru. By the consent of ALL, we were established The people's magistrates. Cit. You so remain. Men. And so are like to do. Cor. That is the way to lay the city flat, To bring the roof to the foundation; And bury all which yet distinctly ranges, In heaps and piles of ruin. Sic.
Coupeau, catching sight of a familiar face, held up a bottle, which, being accepted with a nod, he sent it out with a glass. This established a sort of fraternity with the street. In the next room the children were unmanageable. They had taken possession of a saucepan and were drumming on it with spoons. Mamma Coupeau and Father Bru were talking earnestly.
Her large black eyes gazed with a fixedness full of thought and were without a tear. When at length Bijard, running against a chair, stumbled onto the tiled floor, where they left him snoring, Pere Bru helped Gervaise to raise Madame Bijard. The latter was now sobbing bitterly; and Lalie, drawing near, watched her crying, being used to such sights and already resigned to them.
I wish no better, Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it In execution. Bru. 'Tis most like he will. Sic. It shall be to him then, as our good wills A sure destruction. Bru. So it must fall out To him, or our authorities. Sic.
"Perhaps you'll leave us in peace now!" The children were scarcely able to swallow any longer, but they continued to eat all the same, banging their forks down on the table to the tune of a canticle, in order to excite themselves. In the midst of the noise, however, a conversation was going on between Pere Bru and mother Coupeau.
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