Film footage of Andrew Mitchell at the gates of Downing Street
With a proud heart he wore his humble weeds.. with the fusty plebeians.. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him..
His Grace has managed to obtain authentic film footage of the Chief Whip's altercation at the gates of Downing Street: the Patrician versus the Plebs.
Although Andrew Mitchell is widely considered a very dog to the commonalty, it must be remembered that he cannot help in his nature. He's a bear indeed, that lives like a lamb. Such a nature, tickled with good success, disdains the shadow which he treads on at noon: but I do wonder his insolence can brook to be commanded..
In addition to the filmed episode, he was overheard saying:
What's the matter, you dissentious rogues,Of his apology to camera, he was heard to say:
That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
Make yourselves scabs?
Behold, these are the tribunes of the people,
The tongues o' the common mouth: I do despise them;
For they do prank them in authority,
Against all noble sufferance.
It is a purposed thing, and grows by plot,
To curb the will of the nobility:
Suffer't, and live with such as cannot rule
Nor ever will be ruled.
For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them
Regard me as I do not flatter, and
Therein behold themselves: I say again,
In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate
The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition,
Which we ourselves have plough'd for, sow'd, and scatter'd,
By mingling them with us, the honour'd number,
Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that
Which they have given to beggars.
Well, I must do't:Apparently, to avoid future bicycling strife, Mr Mitchell has now requested a ministerial Jag.
Away, my disposition, and possess me
Some harlot's spirit! my throat of war be turn'd,
Which quired with my drum, into a pipe
Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice
That babies lulls asleep! the smiles of knaves
Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys' tears take up
The glasses of my sight! a beggar's tongue
Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knees,
Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his
That hath received an alms! I will not do't,
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth
And by my body's action teach my mind
A most inherent baseness.