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. For an end,
We must suggest the people in what hatred 264
He still hath held them; that to 's power he would
Have made them mules, silenc'd their pleaders, and
Dispropertied their freedoms; holding them,
In human action and capacity, 268
Of no more soul nor fitness for the world
Than camels in their war; who have their provand
Only for bearing burthens, and sore blows
For sinking under them.
Sic. This, as you say, suggested 272
At some time when his soaring insolence
Shall teach the people—which time shall not want,
If he be put upon 't; and that's as easy
As to set dogs on sheep—will be his fire 276
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
That Martius shall be consul. 280
I have seen the dumb men throng to see him, and
The blind to hear him speak: matrons flung gloves,
Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchers
Upon him as he pass'd; the nobles bended, 284
As to Jove's statue, and the commons made
261 as . . . wills: as we would have it
263 For an end: in short
264 suggest: remind by insinuation
265 still: always
266 mules: beasts of burden
267 Dispropertied: annulled
270 provand: food
274 teach; cf. n.
275 put upon 't: provoked
276 will . . . fire: will be in him like a spark
278 darken: tarnish, remove the gloss from
