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Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, 180
To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him,
And curse that justice did it. Who deserves great-

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. Hang yel 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 mat. ter,

190 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 cobled shoes. They say, there's grain

Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,
And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry
With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high
As I could pike my lance.

Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded ;
For though abundantly they lack discretion,
Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you,


the other troop? Mar. They are dissolv'd: 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 wise

Of their own choice : One's Junius Brutus,




Sicinius Velütus, and I know not L'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.

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

Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Where's Caius Marcius ?
Mar. Here: What's the matter?
Mes. The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.
Mar. I am glad on't; then we shall have means to

Our musty superfluity :-See, our best elders.
Enter COMINIUS, Titus LAR Ius, with other

1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately

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The Volsces are in arms.
Mar. 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,

2 50 Attend


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 ? 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 I

260 1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol'; where, I

Our greatest friends attend us.

Tit. Lead you on :-
Follow, Cominius; we must follow you.
Right worthy you priority.

Com. Noble Lartius I
1 Sen. Hence! To your homes, be gone!

[To the Citizens.
Mar. Nay, let them follow :
The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither,
To gnaw their garners :---Worshipful mutineers, 270
Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.-


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Citizens steal away. Manent SICINIUS, aud BRUTUS.

Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius?
Bru. He has no equal.
Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the peo.

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 Too proud to be so valiant.

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

Bru. Fame, at the which he aims In whom already he is well grac'd-cannot Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by A place below the first : for what miscarries Shall be the general's fault, though he perform 290 To the utmost of a man ; and giddy censure Will then cry out on Marcius, 0, if he Had borne the business!

Sic. Besides, if things go well, Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall Of his demerits rob Cominius.


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