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'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,
Well, what then? 1 Cit. The former agents, if they did complain, What could the belly answer?
Not rash, like his accusers, and thus answer'd.
Even to the court, the heart,-to th' seat o' th' brain;
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 flower of all.
1 Cit. It was an answer: How apply you this?
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, poorest,
Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost :
But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs;
Mar. Thanks.-What's the matter, you dissentious
That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
Make yourselves scabs?
We have ever your good word. Mar. He that will give good words to thee, will
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 you, Where he should find you lions, finds
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,
A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
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.
And call him noble, that was now your
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
The city is well stor❜d.
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,
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; For though abundantly they lack discretion,
Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you, What says the other troop?
They are dissolved: Hang 'em! They said, they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth pro
That, hunger broke stone walls; that, dogs must eat ; That, meat was made for mouths; that, the gods sent
Corn for the rich men only :-With these shreds
'feebling, for humbling.
a ruth, pity, compassion.
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
As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon, Shouting their emulation.
What is granted them?
Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes
This is strange.
Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments!
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Where's Caius Marcius?
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
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.
And were I anything but what I am,
You have fought together.
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.
Then, worthy Marcius,
Attend upon Cominius to these wars.
Sir, it is;
And I am constant.-Titus Lartius, thou
Tit. No, Caius Marcius; I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with th' other, Ere stay behind this business.
O, true bred.
1 Sen. Your company to th' Capitol; where, I know, Our greatest friends attend us.
Lead you on:
1 Sen. Hence! To your
[To the Citizens. Nay, let them follow:
The Volces have much corn; take these rats thither, To gnaw their garners:-Worshipful mutineers, Your valour puts well forth; pray, follow.
[Exeunt Senators, Coм. MAR. TIT. and MENEN. Citizens steal away.
Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? Bru. He has no equal.
Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the peoBru. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes? ple,
Nay, but his taunts.
Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird' the
Sic. Be-mock the modest moon.
Bru. The present wars devour him:3 he is grown Too proud to be so valiant.4
Such a nature,
'Worthily you take the priority. * Devour his gentler qualities.