come rakes: for the gods know, I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge. 2 Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius? Cit. Against him first; he's a very dog to the commonalty. 2 Cit. Consider you what services he has done for his country? 1 Cit. Very well; and could be content to give him good report for 't, but that he pays himself with being proud. 2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously. 1 Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did to that end though soft-conscienced men can be content to say, it was for his country, he did it to please his mother, and to be partly proud; which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue. 2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you account a vice in him: You must in no way say, he is covetous. 1 Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. [Shouts within.] What shouts are these? The other side o' the city is risen: Why stay we prating here? to the Capitol! Cit. Come, come. 1 Cit. Soft; who come here? Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA. 2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa: one that hath always loved the people. 1 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 ? The matter? Speak, I pray you. 1 Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have had inkling, this fortnight, what we intend to to, which now we'll show 'em in 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? 1 Cit. We cannot, Sir, we are undone already. Unl 1 Cit. Care for us!-True, indeed!-They 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. *Thin as rakes. 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; To stale't a little more. 1 Cit. Well, I'll hear it, Sir; yet you must not think to fob off our disgracet with a tale: but, an't please you, deliver. Men. There was a time, when all the body's members I'the midst o'the body, idle and inactive, Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing Like labour with the rest; where‡ the other instruments Unto the appetite and affection common 1 Cit. Well, Sir, what answer made the belly? To the discontented members, the mutinous parts 1 Cit. Your belly's answer: What! The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye, Men. What then ? 'Fore me, this fellow speaks!-what then? what then? Men. Well, what then? 1 Cit. The former agents, if they did complain, What could the belly answer? Men. I will tell you; If you'll bestow a small (of what you have little) 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, Make it more commun. ✰ Whereas. + Hardship. Participant. Exactly. II. e. which indicated not pleasure but contempt. Which you do live upon and fit it is; Even to the court, the heart,-to the seat o'the brain; Men. Though all at once cannot And leave me but the bran. What say you to 't? 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? But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs; Hail! noble Marcius! Enter CATUS MARCIUS. Mar. Thanks.-What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Make yourselves scabs ? 1 Cit. We have ever your good word. Mar. He that will give good words to thee, will flatter 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 Which would increase his evil. He that depends *Windings. Justbenely at Bane, indi And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye? And call him noble, that was now your hate, Him vile, that was your garland. What's the matter. 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? Mar. Hang 'em! They say? They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know What's done i' the Capitol: who's like to rise, Who thrives, and who declines: side factions, and give out Below their cobbled shoes. They say, there's grain enough? And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry † Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded; Mar. They are dissolved: Hang 'em! They said, they were an hungry: sigh'd forth proverbs;- They vented their complainings; which being answer'd, (To break the heart of generosity S And make bold power look pale), they threw their caps Men. What is granted them? Mar. Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms, Of their own choice: One's Junius Brutus, Sicinius Velutus, and I know not-'Sdeath? The rabble should have first unroof'd the city; Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes Men. This is strange. Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments! Enter a MESSENGER. Mes. Where's Caius Marcius ? Mar. Here: What's the matter? Mes. 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. Pity, compassion. I. e. of the patricians. + Heap of dead. + Pitch. I Factious triumph. ¶ Topic. Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other SENATORS; JUNIUS BRUTUS, and SICINIUS VELUTUS. 1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told us; The Volces are in arms. Mar. They have a leader, Tullus Anfidius, that will put you to't. I sin in envying his nobility: And were I anything but what I am, Com. You have fought together. Mar. Were half to half the world by the ears, and he Upon my party,. I'd revolt, to make Only my wars with him: he is a lion That I am proud to hunt. 1 Sen. Then, worthy Marcius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars. Mar. Sir, it is; And I am constant.-Titus Lartius, thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face:" What, art thou stiff? stand'st out? Tit. No, Caius Marcius; I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other, Men. O, true bred! 1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where, I know, Our greatest friends attend us. Tit. Lead you on: Follow, Cominius; we must follow you; * Right worthy you priority. Com. Noble Lartius! 1 Sen. Hence! To your homes, be gone. Mar. Nay, let them follow: 価格 [To the CITIZENS The Volces have much corn; take these rats thither, Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow. [Exeunt SENATORS, COM. MAR. TIT. and MENEN. Sic. Was ever man so proud as this Marcius? Bru. He has no equal. Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the people,- Sic. Nay, but his taunts. Bru. Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods. Sic. Be-mock the modest moon. Bru. The present wars devour him: he is grown Too proud to be so valiant. Sic. Such a nature Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow Under Cominius. * (Of.) |