Coriolanus2011

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Second Citizen:
Before we proceed any further, hear me speak. You are all resolved rather to die than to famish?

Gathered Citizens:
[in unison] Resolved.

Second Citizen:
First, you know Caius Martius is chief enemy to the people.

Gathered Citizens:
We know it.

First Citizen:
Let us kill him. And we'll have corn at our own price.

Second Citizen:
We are accounted poor citizens, the patricians of good. The leanness that afflicts us, the object of our misery, our suffering, is a gain to them.

Gathered Citizens:
Aye.

Second Citizen:
Let us revenge this with our sticks, ere we become rakes.

First Citizen:
No more talking on it. Come!