Men. Either you must Confess yourselves wondrous malicious, A pretty tale; it may be, you have heard it; 2 1 Cit. Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet you must think to fob off our disgraces with a tale: but, an't please you, deliver. Men. There was a time, when all the body's memRebell'd against the belly; thus accus'd it: [bers That only like a gulf it did remain I' th' midst o' th' body, idle and inactive, -7 [ments Like labour with the rest; where3 th' other instru- 6 1 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, (For, look you, I may make the belly smile, As well as speak,) it tauntingly replied To the discontented members, the mutinous parts They are not such as you. 1 Cit. Your belly's answer: What! 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 fabrick, if that they To scale, to disperse. 3 where, for whereas. 2 i. e. hardships, injuries. participate, for participating. 5 The common appetites and affections of the whole body. 6 A smile not indicating pleasure, but contempt. 7 fitly, that is, exactly. Men. What then? 'Fore me, this fellow speaks !—what then? what then? 1 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, Who is the sink o' th' body, Men. Well, what then? 1 Cit. The former agents, if they did complain, What could the belly answer? Men. I will tell you; you If you'll bestow a small (of what have little,) Note me this, good friend; Your most grave belly was deliberate, Not rash, like his accusers, and thus answer'd. Even to the court, the heart,—to th' seat o' th' brain; Whereby they live: And though that all at once, Though all at once cannot, See what I do deliver out to each; From me do back receive the flower of all. 1 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' th' common; you shall find, No publick benefit which you receive, But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you, 1 Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe? Men. For that being one o' th' lowest, basest, Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost: But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs; The one side must have bale.-Hail, noble Marcius! Mar. Thanks.-What's the matter, you rogues, That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, 1 Cit. dissentious We have ever your good word. Mar. He that will give good words to thee, will flatter Beneath abhorring.-What would you have, you curs, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, A sick man's appetite, who desires most that [ness And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust With every minute you do change a mind; An old Saxon word, for misery or calamity. [ye? And call him noble, that was now your hate, Him vile, that was your garland. What's the matter, That in these several places of the city You cry against the noble senate, who, Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else Would feed on one another?-What's their seeking? Men. For corn at their own rates; whereof, they The city is well stor❜d. Mar. Hang 'em! They say? They'll sit by th' fire, and presume to know What's done i' th' Capitol who's like to rise, : [say, Who thrives, and who declines; side factions, and give out Conjectural marriages; making parties strong, Would the nobility lay aside their ruth," Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded; Mar. They are dissolved: Hang 'em! They said, they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth pro verbs; That, hunger broke stone walls; that, dogs must eat; That, meat was made for mouths; that, the gods sent not Corn for the rich men only :-With these shreds 3 i. e. pitch it. • To give the final blow to the nobles-Generosity, for high birth. And make bold power look pale,) they threw their caps, As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon, Shouting their emulation. Men. [doms, What is granted them? Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes Men. This is strange. Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments! Enter a Messenger. Mess. Where's Caius Marcius? Mar. Here: What's the matter? Mess. The news is, sir, the Volces are in arms. Mar. I am glad on't; then we shall have means to vent Our musty superfluity :-See, our best elders. Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators; JUNIUS BRUTUS, and SICINIUS VELUTUS. 1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told The Volces are in arms. Mar. And were I anything but what I am, I would wish me only he. Com. [us! You have fought together. [he Mar. Were half to half the world by th' ears, and Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make Only my wars with him: he is a lion That I am proud to hunt. 'For insurgents to debate upon. |