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Men. For corn at their own rates ; whereof, they say, 
The city is well stored. 
I. i. 193. 
Mar. They are dissolved : hang ’em ! 
They said they were an-hungry ; sighed forth proverbs, 
That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat, 
That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not 
Corn for the rich men only : with these shreds 
They vented their complainings. 
I. i. 207. 
Mar. Nay, let them follow : 
The Volsces have much corn ; take these rats thither 
To gnaw their garners. 
I. i. 254. 
To a cruel war I sent him; from whence he returned, his 
brows bound with oak. 
I. iii. 14. 
Our gates, 
Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn’d with rushes; 
They’ll open of themselves. Hark you, far off! 
I. iv. 16. 
Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove : I pray you, 
’Tis south the city mills—bring me word thither 
How the world goes, that to the pace of it 
I may spur on my journey. 
I. x. 30. 
You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a 
cause between an orange-wife and a fosset-seller; and then 
rejourn the controversy of three-pence to a second day of 
audience. 
II. i. 77. 
Vol. On’s brows: Menenius, he comes the third time home 
with the oaken garland. 
II. i. 137. 
We have some old crab-trees here at home that will not 
Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors : 
We call a nettle but a nettle and 
The faults of fools but folly. 
II. i. 205. 
He proved best man i’ the field, and for his meed 
Was brow-bound with the oak. 
II. ii. 101. 
