But if a clamorous vile plebeian rose, Him with reproof he check'd or tamed with blows. "Be still, thou slave, and to thy betters yield; Unknown alike in council and in field! Ye gods, what dastards would our host command! Swept to the war, the lumber of a land. Be silent, wretch, and think not here allow'd That worst of tyrants, an usurping crowd. To one sole monarch Jove commits the sway; His are the laws, and him let all obey." 86 With words like these the troops Ulysses ruled, The loudest silenced, and the fiercest cool'd.
