Act 2 - Scene 3
The same. The Forum.
Enter seven or eight Citizens
Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him.
We may, sir, if we will.
We have power in ourselves to do it, but it is a
power that we have no power to do; for if he show us
wounds and tell us his deeds, we are to put our
tongues into those wounds and speak for them; so, if
tell us his noble deeds, we must also tell him
our noble acceptance of them. Ingratitude is
and for the multitude to be ingrateful,
were to make a monster of the multitude: of the
which we being
members, should bring ourselves to be
And to make us no better thought of, a little help
will serve; for once we stood up about the corn, he
stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude.
We have been called so of many; not that our heads
are some brown, some black, some auburn, some
but that our wits are so diversely coloured: and
truly I think if all our wits were to issue out of
skull, they would fly east, west, north, south,
and their consent of one direct way should be at
all the points o' the compass.
Think you so? Which way do you judge my wit would
Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another man's
will;'tis strongly wedged up in a block-head, but
were at liberty, 'twould, sure, southward.
Why that way?
To lose itself in a fog, where being three parts
melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return
conscience sake, to help to get thee a wife.
You are never without your tricks: you may, you may.
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