Rabble

Fickle rabble.

We are the rabble.

As when in mighty multitudes bursts out / sedition, and the wrathful rabble rave; / rage finds them arms; stones, firebrands fly about.

They are an army of rabble.

The rabble has decapitated the king.

Tom called the striking workers a rabble.

Such practices as Theſe, too groſs to lye / Long unobſerv'd by each diſcerning Eye, / The more judicious Iſraelites Unſpell'd, / Though ſtill the Charm the giddy Rabble held, [...]