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Men. The senators of Rome are this good belly,
1 Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe?
poorest, of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost: Thou rascal, that art worst in blood, to ran Lead'st first to win some vantage. But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs; Rome and her rats are at the point of battle, The one side must have bale, Hail, noble Marcius!
Enter Caius 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 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 hares ; Where foxes, geese : You are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or bailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves great.
Deserves your hate : and your affections are
ter, 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 graia
enough? Would the nobility lay aside their ruth, And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarryt With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high As I could pickimy lance. Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly per,
suaded ; For though abundantly they lack discretion, Yet are they passing cowardly. But I beseech you, What say the other troop? Mar.
They are dissolved: Hang 'em ! They said, they were an hungry; sigh’d forth pro
* Pity, compassion.
Heap of dead
Pitch. 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 wisdoms, Of their own choice: One's Jupius Brutus, Sicipius 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 For insurrection's arguing t. Men.
This is strange. Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments !
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Where's Caius Marcius?
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 superfuity :-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 us; The Volces are in arms.
For insurgents to debate upon.
They have a leader, Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't. I sin in envying his nobility: And were I any thing but what I am, I would wish me only he. 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.
Com. It is your former promise.
Sir, it is;
No, Caius Marcius;
0, true bred! 1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where I
Lead you on:
[To the Citizens. Mar.
Nay, let them follow: The Volces have much corn; take these rats thither, To graw their garnerst:- Worshipful mutineers, Your valour puts I weil forth: pray follow..
(Exeunt Senators, Com. Mar. Tit. and
Menen. Citizens steal away.
* Right worthy of precedence.
Bru. He has no equal.
Nay, but his taunts.
Bru. The present wars devour him : he is growa
Such a nature,
Fame, at the which he aims,-
Besides, if things go well, Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall of his demeritst rob Cominius. Bru.
Let's hence, and hear
Let's along. (Exeunt.
+ Demerits and merits bad anciently the same meaning.