Book, Chapter

 1    1,  21|          rites of the gods to the rabble. On this account, I stretch
 2    1,  22|         betray any secrets to the rabble, but we would also second
 3    2,  75|          m dead. And for fear the rabble comes running up into my
 4    3,  94|         at all surprised that the rabble chases you with rocks. I'
 5    3,  97|           plumes~Must nourish the rabble; they're common, so them
 6    4, 120| enjoyments and must lurk with the rabble. On the other hand, those
 7    4, 122|         should be chosen. Let 'Ye rabble rout avaunt,' be your rule.
 8    4, 128|           thou, Curio, madden~The rabble! Thou, Lentulus, strive
 9    5, 141|          win all his   cases,~The rabble will drink in his words
10    5, 145|          the importunities of the rabble, strip off their clothing
11    5, 160|         patricians and the vilest rabble from the Suburra. There