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2 Cit. Care for us?—True, indeed —They ne'er cared for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their store.. houses crammed with grain; make edicts 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 Iove they bear us.
Men. Either you must
2 Cit. Well,
Men. There was a time, when all the body's members
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 replied To the discontented members, the mutinous parts That envied his receipt; 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,
1 Theobald reads: stale.
The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,
Men, What then P
2 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, Who is the sink o' the body
Men. Well, what then 2
2 Cit. The former agents, if they did complain, What could the belly answer?
Men. I will tell you,
2 Cit. Y’ are long about it.
Men. Note me this, good friend; Your most grave belly was deliberate, Not rash like his accusers, 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, the senate, brain;" And through the ranks” and offices of man : The strongest nerves, and small inferior veins, From me receive that natural competency Whereby they live. And though 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 I can make my audit up, that all From me do back receive the flour of all, And leave me but the bran.” What say you to?t 2
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' the common, you shall find, No public benefit which you receive, But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you,
1 to the seat o' the brain: in f.e. a cranks: in f.e.
And no way from yourselves—What do you think,
2 Cit. I the great toe 2 Why the great toe 2
Men. For that being one o’ the lowest, basest, poorest, Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost : Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run, 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 MARc1Us. Mar. Thanks-What’s the matter, you dissentious rogues,
That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
2 Cit. We have ever your good word.
Mar. He that will give good words to ye, 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 to 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 suddues him, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness, Deserves your hate ; and your 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. Hangyel Trust ye? With every minute you do change your 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
Men. Nay, these are all most' 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 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' the moon, Shouting their exultation“. 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—'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. Men.
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 Volsces are in arms. Mar. I am glad on't: 'then, we shall have means to
vent 1 Heap of dead game. · Throw. 3 almost: in f. e. 4 emulation : in f. e.
Our musty superfluity.—See, our best elders.
Mar. They have a leader,
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.
1 Sen. Then, worthy Marcius, 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 stiff 2 stand'st out?
Tit. No, Caius Marcius; I’ll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other, Ere stay behind this business.
Men. O, true bred
1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where, I know, Our greatest friends attend us.
Tit. Lead you on :
Noble Marcius ! 1 Sen. Hence
To your homes be gone.
[To the Citizens. Mar.
Nay, let them follow. The Wolsces have much corn: take these rats thither,
To gnaw their garners-Worshipful mutineers,
Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius?