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If you'll bestow a small (of what you have little,):
i Cit. You are long about it.
Note me this, good friend;
upon : and fit it is;
me, i Cit. Ay, sir; well, well. Men.
Though all at once cannot
that all From me do back receive the flower of all, And leave me but the bran. What say you to't?
i 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 publick benefit which you receive,
i Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe?
Mar. Thanks.- What's the matter, you dissentious
rogues, That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Make yourselves scabs? i Cit.
We have ever your good word.
To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves great
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; 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
say, The city is well stor'd. 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 Conjectural marriages; making parties strong, And feebling such as stand not in their liking, Below their cobbled 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
Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded;
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 They vented their complainings; which being an
swer'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' the moon, Shouting their emulation. Men.
What is granted them? Mar. Five tribunes, to defend their vulgar wis
Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes
This is strange.
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. i Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told
They have a leader,
You have fought together. Mar. Were half to half the world by the ears, and