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Though they themselves did suffer by 't, behold
Menenius.] Is this Menenius ?
of late. Hail, sir !
Men. Hail to you both!
better, if He could have temporized. Sic.
Where is he, hear you ? Men. Nay, I hear nothing : his mother and his
wife Hear nothing from him.
Enter three or four Citizens. Citizens. The gods preserve you both! Sic.
God-den, our neighbours. Bru. God-den to you all, god-den to you all. First Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children,
on our knees, Are bound to pray for you both. Sic.
Live, and thrive!
Now the gods keep you !
[Exeunt Citizens. VOL. X
Sic. This is a happier and more comely time
Caius Marcius was
And affecting one sole throne,
I think not so.
Enter an Ædile.
Come, what talk you
Cannot be !
Within my age.
But reason with the fellow,
Tell not me:
Enter a Messenger.
'Tis this slave;
Yes, worthy sir,
What more fearful?
This is most likely!
trick on 't.
Enter a second Messenger.
Associated with Aufidius, rages
What news? what news ? 80 Com. You have holp to ravish your own
daughters and To melt the city leads upon your pates, To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses,
Men. What's the news? what's the news ?
Com. Your temples burned in their cement, and
Pray now, your news ?
You have made good work,
Com. He'll shake your Rome about your ears. 94. butterflies.
The repeti- in Drayton, Mus. Elys. viii., tion, otherwise irritating, of rhyming with 'be.' L. • flies' in the next line, makes it possible that Shakespeare used 97. the voice of occupation, the here the form 'butterflee,' found working-men's vote.
As Hercules Did shake down mellow fruit. You have made
fair work! Bru. But is this true, sir ? Com.
Ay; and you 'll look pale Before you find it other.
All the regions Do smilingly revolt ; and who resist Are mock'd for valiant ignorance, And perish constant fools. Who is 't can blame
Men. We are all undone, unless
Who shall ask it?
As those should do that had deserved his hate,
'Tis true :
hands, You and your crafts ! you have crafted fair ! Com.
You have brought A trembling upon Rome, such as was never So incapable of help. Both Tri.
Say not, we brought it. Men. How ! Was it we? we loved him ; but,
like beasts And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters, Who did hoot him out o' the city. 105. constant, confirmed. 112. charged, would charge.