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Rome and her rats are at the point of battle,
Enter CAIUS MARCIUS. · 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. 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 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 affections 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!
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
Men. For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say,
Hang 'em! They say?
Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded ;
the other 'troop ?
They are dissolved : Hang 'em !
9 Pity, compassion.
Heap of dead.
(To break the heart of generosity,
What is granted them?
This is strange. Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments !
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 Sena
tors; JUNIUS BRUTUS, and SICINIUS VELUTUS, 1 Sen, Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told
The Volces are in arms.
They have a leader,
3 Faction 4 For insurgents to debate upon.
And were I any thing but what I am,
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
Cominius to these wars.
Sir, it is;
No, Caius Marcius;
0, true bred! i Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where, I
Lead you on :
Noble Lartius! 1 Sen. Hence! To your homes, be gone.
[To the Citizens. Mar,
Nay, let them follow : The Volces have much corn; 'take these rats thither, To gnaw their garners :-Worshipful mutineers,
s Right worthy of precedence.
Your valour puts? well forth: pray, follow. [Exeunt Senators, Com. MAR. Tir. and ME
Citizens steal away. Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? Bru. He has no equal. Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the peo
ple, Bru. 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
Such a nature,
Fame, at the which he aims,
Besides, if things go well,
7 Shows itself. 8 Sneer. , Demerits and merits had anciently the same meaning.