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Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA.

Sec. Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved the people.

First Cit. He's one honest enough: would all the rest were so !

Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand? where go you

With bats and clubs ?

you.

The matter? speak, I pray

First Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have had inkling, this fortnight, what we intend to do, which now we'll show 'em in 60 deeds. They say poor suitors have strong breaths: they shall know we have strong arms too.

Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine. honest neighbours,

Will you undo yourselves?

First Cit. We cannot, sir, we are undone already.

Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care
Have the patricians of you. For your wants,
Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well
Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them
Against the Roman state; whose course will on
The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs
Of more strong link asunder than can ever
Appear in your impediment. For the dearth,
The gods, not the patricians, make it, and
Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack,
You are transported by calamity

Thither where more attends you, and you slander
The helms o' the state, who care for you like

fathers,

When you curse them as enemies.

First Cit. Care for us! True, indeed! They

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ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their store-houses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us.

Men. Either you must

Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,

Or be accused of folly. I shall tell you
A pretty tale: it may be you have heard it;
But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture
To stale 't a little more.

First Cit. Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet you must not think to fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an't please you, deliver.

Men. There was a time when all the body's
members

Rebell'd against the belly; thus accused it:
That only like a gulf it did remain

I' the midst o' the body, idle and unactive,

Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing

Like labour with the rest, where the other instru

ments

Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel,
And, mutually participate, did minister

Unto the appetite and affection common
Of the whole body. The belly answer'd—

First Cit. Well, sir, what answer made the belly?

Men. Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile,

Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus—

97. fob off, jest away.

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lungs. The lungs were regarded as the seat of joyous laughter.

For, look you, I may make the belly smile
As well as speak-it taintingly replied

To the discontented members, the mutinous parts
That envied his receipt; even so most fitly
As you malign our senators for that

They are not such as you.

First Cit.

Your belly's answer?

The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye,
The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,
Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter,
With other muniments and petty helps

In this our fabric, if that they

Men.

What!

What then?

'Fore me, this fellow speaks! What then? what then?

First Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be

restrain'd,

Who is the sink o' the body,

Men.

Well, what then?

First Cit. The former agents, if they did com

plain,

What could the belly answer?

Men.

If you

I will tell you;

'll bestow a small-of what you have little

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Patience awhile, you'll hear the belly's answer. 130

First Cit. Ye're long about it.

Men.

Note me this, good friend;

Your most grave belly was deliberate,

Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd: 'True is it, my incorporate friends,' quoth he, 'That I receive the general food at first,

114. taintingly. So Fi Most modern edd. substitute 'tauntingly,' from F4. But the belly's reply (v. 134 f.) is not

taunting, and 'taintingly' may well mean attaintingly,' i.e. indicting (them in turn).

Which you do live upon; and fit it is,
Because I am the store-house and the shop
Of the whole body: but, if you do remember,

I send it through the rivers of your blood,

Even to the court, the heart, to the seat o' the

brain;

And, through the cranks and offices of man,

The strongest nerves and small inferior veins
From me receive that natural competency
Whereby they live: and though that all at once,
You, my good friends,'-this says the belly, mark

me,

First Cit. Ay, sir; well, well.

Men.

'Though all at once cannot

See what I do deliver out to each,

Yet I can make my audit up, that all
From me do back receive the flour of all,

And leave me but the bran.' What say you to 't? First Cit. It was an answer: how apply you this?

Men. The senators of Rome are this good belly, And you the mutinous members; for examine Their counsels and their cares, digest things rightly

Touching the weal o' the common, you shall find
No public benefit which you receive

But it proceeds or comes from them to you
And no way from yourselves. What do you think,
You, the great toe of this assembly?

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First Cit. I the great toe! why the great toe? 160 Men. For that, being one o' the lowest, basest,

poorest,

Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost:
Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run,

163. rascal, deer unfit for 163. in blood, in sound con

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Lead'st first to win some vantage.

But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs:
Rome and her rats are at the point of battle;
The one side must have bale.

Enter CAIUS MARCIUS.

Hail, noble Marcius!

Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you dis

sentious rogues,

That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,

Make yourselves scabs?

First Cit.

We have ever your good word. 170

Mar. He that will give good words to thee will flatter

Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you

curs,

That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trusts to

you,

Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;
Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no,
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,

Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is

To make him worthy whose offence subdues him
And curse that justice did it. Who deserves

greatness

Deserves your hate; and your affections are

A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
Which would increase his evil. He that depends
Upon your favours swims with fins of lead

And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye!
Trust ye?

With every minute you do change a mind,

179. To make him worthy, etc., to rehabilitate the criminal justly condemned, and to VOL. X

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execrate the justice which sentenced him.

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