Menenius:
You blame Martius for being proud.
Brutus:
We do it not alone, sir.
Menenius:
I know you can do very little alone; for your helps are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous single: your abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone. You talk of pride: O that you could turn your eyes toward the napes of your necks, and make but an interior of your good selves. O that you could.
Brutus:
What then, sir?
Menenius:
Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates, alias fools, as any in Rome.
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