Thou rascal, that art 5 'first from blows to run,
Lead'ft first to win some vantage.
But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs,
Rome and her rats are at the point of battel :
The one side must have 6'bane.

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Hail, noble Martius !

[rogues, Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Make your felves scabs ?

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 like not peace, nor war? The one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He chat 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 greatness, Deserves your hate ; and your affections are A fick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would encrease his evil. He that depends Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rulhes. Hang yetrust 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 Would feed on one another ? What's their seeking ?

Men, 5 worft in blood 6 Bail or Bale ...old edit, Warb, emend.

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

Mar. Hang 'em : they fay!-
They'll sit by th' fire, and presume to know
What's done i'ch' Capitol ; who's like to rise,
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 afide
Their ruth, and let me use my sword, I'd make
A quarry with thousands of these quarter'd Naves,
As high as I could pitch my lance.

Men. Nay, these
Are almost thoroughly persuaded: for
?' Although abundantly they lack discretion,
Yet are they passing cowardly. "I beseech you,
What says the other troop?

Mar. They are 9 diffolvid ;'
They said they were an hungry, figh'd forth proverbs ;
That hunger broke stone walls--that dogs must eat-
That meat was made for moutbs - that the Gods fent not
Corn for the rich men only. With these shreds
They vented their complainings; which being answer'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 ?

Mar. Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms, Of their own choice. "One of them's' Junius Brutus, Sicinius Velutus, and I know not-s'death! 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.

Meiz. 7 Though 8 But, I 9 diffolv'd ; hang 'em 1 One's

Men. This is strange.
Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments!

Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Where's Caius Martius?
Mar. Here - what is the matter ?
Mef. The news is, Sir, the Volscians are in arms.

Mar. I am glad on't, then we shall have means to vent Our musty superfluity. See ! our best elders


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Enter Sicinius Velutus, Junius Brutus, Cominius, Titus

Lartius, with other Senators.
i Sen. Martius, 'cis true, that you have lately told us,
The Volscians are in arms.

Mar. They have a leader,
Tullus Aufidius, chat will put you to't.
I sin in envying his nobility :
And were I any thing but what I am,
I'd wish me only him.

Com. You have fought together?

Mar. Were half to half the world by th' 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.

i Sen. Then, worthy Martius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars.

Com. It is your former promise.

Mar. Sir, it is;
And I am constant : Titus Lartius, thou
Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face.
What, art thou ftiff? stand'st out?

Lar. No, Caius Martius;
I'll lean upon one crutch and fight with other,
Ere stay behind this business.

Men. O true bred!
1 Sen. Your company to th' Capitol ; where I know


Our greatest friends attend us.

Lar. Lead you on ;
Follow, Cominius! we must follow you,
Right worthy your priority.

Com. Noble Lartius!
1 Sen. Hence to your homes—be gone. (To the Citizens.

Mar. Nay, let them follow; The Volscians have much corn: take these rats thither To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutineers, Your valour puts well forth; * 'I pray you, follow, [Exe.

[Citizens steal away. Manent Sicinius and Brutus. Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Martius? Bru. He has no equal. Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the peopleBru. Mark'd you his lip and eyes? Sic. Nay, but his taunts. Bru. Being mov’d, 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 : lof being fo valiant.

Sic. Such a nature,
Tickled with good success, disdains the fhadow
Which he treads on at noon; but I do wonder
His insolence can brook to be commanded
Under Cominius.

Bru. Fame, 4lat which he aims,
Ins/which already he is well gracid, cannot
Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by
A place below the first; for what miscarries
Shall be the General's fault, tho' he perform
To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure
Will then cry out of Martius; oh, if he
Had born the business

Sic. 6. And if things go well,
Opinion, that so sticks on Martius, shall
Of his demerits rob Cominius,
Bru. Come;

2 pray,
4 at the which

6 Besides

3 to be fo

5 whom

Half all Cominius' honours are to Martius,
Though Martius earn them not; and all his faults
To Martius fhall be honours, though indeed
In ought he merit not.

Sic. Let's hence, and hear
How the dispatch is made; and in what fashion,
More than 7 'this' singularity, he goes
Upon this present action.
Bra. Let's along.


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Enter Tullus Aufidius with Senators of Corioli. 1 Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius,

That they of Rome are entred in our counsels, And know how we proceed.

Auf. Is it not yours?
What ever hath been thought on in this State,
That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome
Had circumvention? 'tis not four days gone
Since I heard thence these are the words I think
I have the letter here, yes here it is ;
They have prest a power, but it is not known
Whether for East or Weft; the dearth is great,
The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd
Cominius, Martius your old enemy,
(Who is of Rome worse hated than of you)
And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,
These three lead on this preparation
Whither 'tis bent most likely, 'tis for you:
Consider of it.

I Sen. Our army's in the field:
We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready
To answer us,


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