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Men. Why, Masters, my good friends, mine honeft Neighbours, Will you undo yourselves ?

2 Čit. We cannot, Sir, we are undone already. Men. I tell

you, Friends, most charitable care Have the Patricians of you: For your wants, Your sufferings 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 Links 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 The Helms o'th' State, who care for you like Fathers, When

you

curse them as Enemies. 2 Git. Care for us!-true, indeed! they ne'er car'd for us yet. Suffer us to familh, and their Store-houses cramm'd with grain : make Edi&s 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 wond'rous malicious, Or be accus'd 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 scale't a little more.

2 Cit. Well,

you slander

* To scale't a little morej Thus all the Editions as Mr. Theobald confesses, who alters it to state't. And for a good Reason, because he can find no Sense (he says) in the common Reading. For as good a Reason, I who can, have reftor'd the old one to its Place. To scali't fignifying to weigh, examine and apply it.

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I'll

I'll hear it, Sir yet you must not 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 mem-

bers
Rebell'd against the belly; thus accus'd it;
That only, like a Gulf, it did remain
l'th' midst o'th' body, idle and unađive,
Still cupboarding the Viand, never bearing
Like labour with the rest; where th 'other instru-

ments
Did fee, 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-

2 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 reply'd
To th' discontented Members, th' mutinous Parts,
That envied his receit; even so most fitly,
As you malign our Senators, for that
They are not such as you-

2 Cit. Your belly's answer—what!
The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye,
The counsellor heart, the arm our foldier,
Or fteed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter ;
With other muniments and petty helps
In this our fabric, if that they-

Men. What then?--'Fore me, this fellow speaks.
What then? what then ?

2 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, Who is the fink o'th' body,

Men. Well, what then?

2 Cit. The former Agents, if they did complain, What could the belly answer? Men, I will tell you,

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If you'll bestow a small (of what you have little) Patience, a while; you'll hear the belly's answer.

2 Cit. Y'are long about it.

Men. Note me this, good Friend ;
Your most grave belly was deliberate,
Not rash, like his acculers; and thus answer'd;
True is it, my incorporate Friends, quoth he,
That I receive the general food at first,
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 th' seat o'th' 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 tho' that all at once,
You, my good friends, (this says the belly) mark

me

2 Cit. Ay, Sir, well, well.

Men. Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each, Yet can make my audit up, that all From me do back receive the flow'r of all, And leave me but the bran. What say you to'ı?

2 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 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 Affembly!-

2 Cit. I the great toe! why, the great toe? Men. For that, being one o' th' lowest, baseft,

poorest, Of this most wife Rebellion, thou goeft foremoft: A 5

Thou

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Thou rascal, that art worft in blood to run,
Lead'st first, to win some 'vantage.-
But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs,
Ronie and her rats are at the point of battle :
The one side must have bale.

S CE N E III.

Enter Caius Marcius.
Hail, noble Marcius!
Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you

dissentious
rogues,
That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
Make yourselves fcabs ?

2 Cit. We have ever your good word.
Mar. He that will give good words to thee, will

flatter
Beneath abhorring. What would you have, ye Curs,
That likes not 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 furer, 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 Great-

ness,
Deserves your Hate; and your affe&ions are
A fick man's appetite, who desires molt That
Which would encrease 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,
And call him noble, that was now your hate;
Him vile, that was your garland. What's the matter,
That in the several places of the City
You cry against the noble Senate, who
(Under the Gods) keep you in awe, which else

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Would

Would feed on one another ? what's their seeking ?

Men. For corn at their own rates, whereof they say, The city is well stor'd.

Mar. Hang 'em : they say ! They'll fit by th' fire, and perfume to know What's done i'th' Capitol ; who's like to rise ; Who thrives, and who declines: fide factions, and

give out Conjectural marriages ; making parties strong, And feeble such, as stand not in their Liking, Below their cobled shoes. They say, there's Grain

enough! Would the nobility lay aside their ruth, And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry With thousands of these quarter'd Slaves, as high As I could pitch my lance.

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?

Mar. They are diffolv'd ; hang 'em, They said they were an hungry, figh'd forth Proverbs; That hunger broke Aone wallsthat dogs must eat,That meat was made for mouthsthat the Gods fent not Corn for the rich men only— With these shreds They vented their complainings : which being an

fwer'd, And a Petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of Generosity, 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. 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

s' death, The rabble should have firft unroof'd the City,

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