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I will tell you ;

me,

1 (it. He's one honest enough; 'Would, all the Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter, rest were so!

With other muniments and petty helps Men. What work’s, my countrymen, in hand ? In this our fabrick, if that they

Men.

What then? With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray Fore me, this fellow speaks ! — what then? whar

then ? i Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate; 1 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, they have had inkling, this fortnight, what we in- Who is the sink o' the body, tend to do, which now we'll show 'em in deeds. Men.

Well, what then? They say, poor suitors have strong breaths; they 1 Cit. The former agents, if they did complain, shall know, we have strong arms too.

What could the belly answer ? Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest Men. neighbours,

If you'll bestow a small (of what you have little,) Will you undo yourselves ?

Patience, a while, you'll hear the belly's answer. 1 Cit. We cannot, sir, we are undone already. 1 C'it. You are long about it. Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care Men.

Note me this, good friend; Have the patricians of you. For your wants, Your most grave belly was deliberate, Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd. Strike at the heaven with your staves, as lift them True is it, my incorporate friends, quoth he, Against the Roman state ; whose course will on That I receive the general food at first, The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs Which you do live upon : and fit it is; Of more strong link asunder, than can ever

Because I am the store-house, and the shop Appear in your impediment : For the dearth, Of the whole body : But if you do remember, The gods, not the patricians, make it; and

I send it through the rivers of your blood, Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack, Even to the court, the heart, - to the seat o'the brain ; You are transported by calamity

And, through the cranks and offices of man, Thither where more attends you; and

you

slander The strongest nerves, and small inferior veins, The helms o’the state, who care for you like fathers, From me receive that nutural competency When you curse them as enemies.

Whereby they live : And though that all at once, 1 Cit. Care for us! - True, indeed! - They ne er You, my good friends, (this says the belly), mark cared for us yet.

Suffer us to famish, and their store-houses crammed with grain ; make edicts for 1 Cit. Ay, sir ; well, well. usury, to support usurers : repeal daily any whole- Men.

Though all at once cannot some act established against the rich ; and provide See what I do deliver out to each ; more piercing statutes aily, to chain up and re- Yet I can make my audit up, that all strain the poor.

If the wars eat us not up, they From me do back receive the flower of all, will; and there's all the love they bear us.

And leave me but the bran. What say you lo't? Men. Either you must

1 Cit. It was an answer : How apply you this? Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,

Men. The senators of Rome are this good belly, Or be accus'd of folly. I shall tell you

And you the mutinous members : For examine A pretty tale; it may be, you have heard it , Their counsels, and their cares ; digest things rightly, But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture Touching the weal o’the common; you shall find, To stale 't a little more.

No publick benefit, which you receive, 1 Cit. Well, I'll hear it, sir : yet you must not But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you, think to fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an't And no way from yourselves. What do you think? please you, deliver.

You, the great toe of this assembly? Men. There was a time, when all the body's 1 Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe ? members

Men. For that being one o'the lowest, basest, Rebell'd against the belly ; thus accus'd it :

poorest, That only like a gulf it did remain

Or this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost : l' the midst o'the body, idle and inactive,

Thou rascal, that art worst in blood, to run Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing

Lead'st first, to win some vantage. Like labour with the rest; where the other instru- But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs ; ments

Rome and her rats are at the point of battle,
Did see, and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, The one side must have bale.-Hail, noble Marcius !
And, mutually participate, did minister

Enter Caius MARCIUS.
Unto the appetite and affection common
Of the whole body. The belly answered,

Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you dissen1 Cit. Well, sir, what answer made the belly?

Men. Sir, I shall tell you.— With a kind of smile, That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus, Make yourselves scabs ? (For, look you, I may make the belly smile,

1 Cit.

We have ever your good word. As well as speak,) it tauntingly replied

Mar. He that will give good words to thee, will To the discontented members, the mutinous parts

flatter That envied his receipt; even so most fitly

Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you As you malign our senators, for that They are not such as you.

That like nor peace, nor war ? the one affrights you, 1 Cit.

Your belly's answer : What! The other makes you proud. He that trusts you, The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye,

Where he should find you lions, finds you hares ; The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,

Where foxes, geese : You are no surer, no,

tious rogues,

curs,

Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,

Mar. I am glad on't ; inen we shall have means Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is,

to vent To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, Our musty superfluity : – See, our best elders. And curse that justice did it. Who deserves great

Enter Comenius, Titus LARTius, and other Senators; ness,

Junius BRUTUS, and SICINIUS VELUTCS.
Deserves your hate : and your affections are
A sick man's appetite, who desires most that

1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told Which would increase his evil. He that depends

us; Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead,

The Volces are in arms. And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust

Mar.

They have a leader, ye?

Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't.
With every minute you do change a mind; I sin in envying his nobility :
And call him noble, that was now your hate, And were I any thing but what I am,
Him vile, that was your garland. What's the I would wish me only he.
matter,

Com.

You have fought together. That in these several places of the city

Mar. Were half to half the world by the ears, You cry against the noble senate, who,

and he
Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make
Would feed on one another ?— What's their seeking? Only my wars with him : he is a lion
Men. For corn at their own rates; whereof, they That I am proud to hunt.

1 Sen.

Then, worthy Marcius, say, The city is well stor'd.

Attend upon Cominius to these wars. Mar.

Hang 'em! They say ? Com. It is your former promise. They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know

Mar.

Sir, it is; What's done i'the Capitol : who's like to rise,

And I am constant. - Titus Lartius, thou Who thrives, and who declines : side factions, and Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face: give out

What, art thou stiff? stand'st out? Conjectural marriages; making parties strong,

Tit.

No, Caius Marcius ; And feebling such as stand not in their liking, I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other, Below their cobbled shoes. They say, there's grain Ere stay behind this business. enough?

Men.

0, true bred! Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,

1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where, I And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry

know,
With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as highı Our greatest friends attend us.
As I could pick my lance.

Tit.
Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded; Follow, Cominius; we must follow you;
For though abundantly they lack discretion, Right worthy you priority.
Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech , ou,

Com.

Noble Lartius! What says the other troop ?

1 Sen. Hence! To your homes, be gone. Mar. They are dissolved: Hang 'em!

[To the Citizens. They said, they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth pro

Mar.

Nay, let them follow: verbs;

The Volces bave much corn; take these rats thither, That, hunger broke stone walls; that, dogs must eat; To gnaw their garners : — Worshipful mutineers, That, meat was made for mouths ; that, the gods Your valour puts well forth : pray, follow. sent not

[Exeunt Senators, Com. Mar. Tit. and Corn for the rich men only: — With these shreds

MENEN.

Citizens steal array. They vented their complainings; which being an

Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? swer'd,

Bru. He has no equal. And a petition granted them, a strange one,

Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the peo(To break the heart of generosity,

ple, And make bold power look pale,) they threw their

Bru. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes? caps

Sic.

Nay, but his taunts. As they would hang them on the horns o’the moon,

Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird the Shouting their emulation.

gods.
Men.
What is granted them?

Sic. Be-mock the modest moon.
Mar. Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wis- Bru. The present wars devour him: he is

grown doms,

Too proud to be so valiant. Of their own choice: One's Junius Brutus,

Sic.

Such a nature, Sicinius Velutus, and I know not 'Sdeath! Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow The rabble should have first unroof 'd the city,

Which he treads on at noon : But I do wonder, Ere so prevail'd with me; it will in time

His insolence can brook to be commanded Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes

Under Cominius. For insurrection's arguing.

Bru.

Fame, at the which he aims, – Men.

This is strange.

In whom already he is well grac'd, - cannot Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments ! Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by

A place below the first : for what miscarries
Enter a Messenger.

Shall be the general's fault, though he perform Mess. Where's Caius Marcius?

To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure Mar.

Here: What's the matter? Will then cry out of Marcius, 0, if he Mess. The news is, sir, the Volces are in arms. Had borne the business!

Lead you on :

Sic.

Besides, if things go well, self in a more comfortable sort : If my son were my Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall

husband, I should freelier rejoice in that absence Of his demerits rob Cominius.

wherein he won honour, than in the embracel..ents Bru. .

Come :
of his bed, where he would show most love.

When Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius, yet he was but tender-bodied, and the only son of Though Marcius earn'd them not; and all his faults my womb; when youth with comeliness plucked all To Marcius shall be honours, though, indeed, gaze his way; when, for a day of kings' entreaties, In aught he merit not.

a mother should not sell him an hour from her beSic.

Let's hence, and hear holding ; 1,-considering how honour would become How the despatch is made; and in what fashion, such a person; that it was no better than picture-like More than in singularity, he goes

to hang by the wall, if renown made it not stir, — Upon his present action.

was pleased to let him seek danger where he was like Bru. Let's along [Ereunt. to find fame. To a cruel war I sent him ; from

whence he returned, his brows bound with oak. I SCENE II. Corioli. The Senate-House. tell thee, daughter,- I sprang not more in joy at first Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, and certain Senators.

hearing he was a man-child, than now in tirst seeing

he had proved himself a man. 1 Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius,

Vir. But had he died in the business, madam? That they of Rome are enter'd in our counsels, how then ? And know how we proceed.

Vol. Then his good report should have been my Auf.

Is it not yours? son; I therein would have found issue. Hear me What ever hath been thought on in this state, profess sincerely : – Had I a dozen sons, — each in That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone, good Marcius, - I had rather had eleven die nobly Since I heard thence ; these are the words : I think, for their country, than one voluptuously surfcit out I have the letter here ; yes, here it is : [Reads. of action. They have presi'd a power, but it is not known Whether for east, or west: The learth is great ;

Enter a Gentlewoman. The people mutinous : and it is rumour'd,

Gent. Madam, the lady Valeria is come to visit Cominius, Marcius your old enemy,

you. (Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,)

Vir. 'Beseech you, give me leave to retire myAnd Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,

self. These three lead on this preparation

Vol. Indeed, you shall not. Whither 'tis bent : most likely, 'tis for you :

Methinks, I hear hither your husband's drum ; Consider of it.

See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair ; 1 Sen. Our army's in the field :

As children from a bear, the Volces shunning him: We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready Methinks, I see him stamp thus, and call thus, To answer us.

Come on, you cowards, you were got in fear, Auf Nor did you think it folly,

Though you were born in Rome : His bloody brow To keep your great pretences veil'd, till when With bis mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes ; They needs must show themselves; which in the Like to a harvest-man, that's task'd to mow hatching,

Or all, or lose his hire. It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery, Vir. His bloody brow! O, Jupiter, no blood ! We shall be shorten'd in our aim ; which was,

Vol. Away, you fool ! it more becomes a man, To take in many towns, ere, almost, Rome

Than gilt his trophy : The breasts of Hecuba, Should know we were afoot.

When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier 2 Sen.

Noble Aufidius, Than Hector's forehead, when it spit forth blood Take your commission; hie you to your bands : At Grecian swords' contending. Tell Valeria, Let us alone to guard Corioli :

We are fit to bid her welcome.

[Erit Gent. If they set down before us, for the remove

Vir. Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius ! Bring up your army; but, I think, you'll find Vol. He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee, They have not prepar’d for us.

And tread upon his neck. Auf

0, doubt not that; I speak from certainties. Nay, more.

Re-enter Gentlewoman, with VALERIA and her

Usher.
Some parcels of their powers are forth already,
And only hitherward. I leave your honours.

Val. My ladies both, good day to you.
If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet,

Vol. Sweet madam, 'Tis sworn between us, we shall never strike

Vir. I am glad to see your ladyship. Till one can do no more.

Val. How do you both ? you are manifest houseAll. The gods assist you !

keepers. What, are you sewing here? A fine spot, Auf. And keep your honours safe!

in good faith. - How does your little son? 1 Sen.

Farewell.

Vir. I thank your ladyship; well, good madam. 2 Sen.

Farewell.

Vol. He had rather see the swords, and hear a Au. Farewell.

[Ereunt. drum, than look upon his school-master. SCENE III. - Rome. An Apartment in Marcius'

Val. O my word, the father's son : I'll swear, House.

'tis a very pretty boy. O' my troth, I looked upon

him o' Wednesday half an hour together: he has Enter VOLUMNIA and VirgiliA: They sit down on

such a confirmed countenance. I saw him run two low stools, and sew.

after a gilded butterfly; and when he caught it, he Vol. I pray you, daughter, sing; or express your- let it go again; and after it again ; and over and over

ours.

wars.

he comes,
and up again ; catched it again : or whe- Mar.

I'll buy him of you. ther his fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so Lart. No, I'll nor sell, nor give him : lend you set his teeth, and tear it; O, I warrant, how he

him, I will, mammocked it!

For half a hundred years. Summon the town. Vol. One of his father's moods.

Mar. How far off lie these armies ? Val. Indeed la, 'tis a noble chilu.

Mess.

Within this mile and a half. Vir. A crack, madam.

Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they Val. Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have -ou play the idle huswife with me this afternoon. Now, Mars, I pr'ythee, make us quick in work;

Vir. No, good madam ; I will not out of doors. That we with smoking swords may march from Val. Not out of doors !

hence, Vol. She shall, she shall.

To help our fielded friends! - Come, blow thy blast. Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience: I will not over the threshold, till my lord return from the

They sound a parley. Enter, on the walls, some

Senators, and others. Val. Fye, you confine yourself most unreason- Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls ably; Come, you must go visit the good lady that 1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than he, lies in.

That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums Vir. I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her

[Alarums afar off with my prayers ; but I cannot go thither.

Are bringing forth our youth : We'll break our Vol. Why, I pray you?

walls, Vir. "Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love. Rather than they shall pound us up: Our gates,

Val. You would be another Penelope : yet, they | Which yet seem shut, we have but pinnd with say, all the yarn she spun, in Ulysses' absence, did

rushes; but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would, your They'll open of themselves. Hark you, afar off; cambrick were sensible as your finger, that you

[Other alarums. might leave pricking it for pity. Come, you shal? There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes go with us.

Amongst your cloven army. Vir. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I

Mar.

0, they are at it! will not forth.

Lart. Their noise be our instruction. — Ladders, Val. In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you

ho! excellent news of your husband.

The Volces enter, and pass over the stage. Vir. O, good madam, there can be none yet.

Val. Verily, I do not jest with you ; there came Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their ciis. news from him last night.

Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight Vir. Indeed, madam ?

With hearts more proof than shields. — Advanca, Val. In earnest, it's true ; I heard a senator speak

brave Titus : it. Thus it is : — The Volces have an army forth; They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, against whom Cominius the general is gone, with

Which makes me sweat with wrath. one part of our Roman power : your lord, and Titus

my fellows; Lartius, are set down before their city Corioli ; they He that retires, I'll take him for a Volce, nothing doubt prevailing, and to make it brief wars. And he shall feel mine edge. This is true, on mine honour ; and so, I pray, go Alarums, and exeunt Romans and Volces, fighting. with us. Vir. Give me excuse, good madam ; I will obey

The Romans are beaten back to their trenches.

Re-enter MARCIUS. you in every thing hereafter. Vol. Let her alone, lady; as she is now,

she will Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you, but disease our better mirth.

You shames of Rome!--you berd of — Boils and Val. In troth, I think, she would :

plagues well then. Come, good sweet lady. — Pr’ythee, Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr’d Virgilia, turn thy solemness out o'door, and go Further than seen, and one infect another along with us.

Against the wind a mile!

You souls of geese, Vir. No : at a word, madam ; indeed, I must not. That bear the shapes of men, how have you run I wish you much mirth.

From slaves that apes would beat? Pluto and hell! Val. Well, then farewell.

[Exeunt. All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale

With flight and agued fear.! Mend, and charge SCENE IV. - Before Corioli.

home,

Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe, Enter, with drums and colours, MARCIUS, Titus

And make my wars on you: look to't: Come on; LARTius, Officers, and Soldiers. To them a

If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives, Messenger.

As they us to our trenches followed. Mar. Yonder comes news: — - A wager, they have met.

Another clarum. The Volces and Romans re-ente, Lart. My horse to yours, no.

and the fight is renewed. The Volces retire into Mar.

'Tis done.

Corioli, and Marcius follows them to the gates Lart.

Agreed. So, now the gates are ope: - Now prove good Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy?

seconds : Mess. They lie in view ; but have not spoke as 'Tis for the followers fortune widens them. yet.

Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like. Lort. So, the good horse is mine.

(He enters the gates, rnu is skut r.

Come on,

Fare you

I Sol. Fool-hardiness; not I.

Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place; 2 Sol.

Nor I.

Call thither all the officers of the town, 3 Sol.

See, they Where they shall know our mind : Away. (Ereunt. Have shut him in.

[Alarum continues. Au. To the pot, I warrant him.

SCENE VI. - Near the Camp of Cominius.

Enter COMINIUS and Forces, retreating. Enter Titus LARTIUS.

Com. Breathe you, my friends; well fought : we Lart. What is become of Marcius ?

are come off All.

Slain, sir, doubtless.

Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, 1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels,

Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs, With them he enters : who, upon the sudden,

We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have struck, Clapp'd-to their gates ; he is himself alone,

By interims, and conveying gusts, we have heard To answer all the city.

The charges of our friends : - - Ye Roman gouls, Lart. O noble fellow !

Lead their successes as we wish our own; Who, sensible, outdares his senseless sword,

That both our powers, with smiling fronts encounAnd, when it bows, stands up! Thou art left, Mar

tering, cius : A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,

Enter a Messenger. Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier May give you thankful sacrifice! - Thy news? Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible

Mess. The citizens of Corioli have issued,
Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks, and And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle :
The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,

I saw our party to their trenches driven,
Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world And then I came away.
Were feverous, and did tremble.

Com. .

Though thou speak'st truth, Re-enter Marcius, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy.

Methinks, thou speak'st not well. How long i’st

since ? 1 Sol.

Look, sir.

Mess. Above an hour, my lord. Lart.

'Tis Marcius :

Com. 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.

drums : [They fight, and all enter the city. How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour,

And bring thy news so late? SCENE V. - Within the Town. A Street.

Mess.

Spies of the Volces

Held me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel
Enter certain Romans, with spoils.

Three or four miles about; else had I, sir, 1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome.

Half an hour since brought my report. 2 Rom. And I this. 3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver.

Enter MARCIUS. [Alarum continues still afar off. Com.

Who's yonder,

That does appear as he were flay'd ? O gods ! Enter Marcius and Titus LARTIUS, with a trumpet.

He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have Mar. See here these movers, that do prize their Before-time seen him thus. hours,

Mar.

Come I too late ? At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons, Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would

tabor, Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, More than I know the sound of Marcius tongue Ere yet

the fight be done, pack up : Down with From every meaner man's.
them.

Mar.

Come I too late ? And hark, what noise the general makes ! - To Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,

But mantled in your own. There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,

Mar.

O! let me clip you Piercing our Romans : Then, valiant Titus, take In arms as sound, as when I woo'd; in heart Convenient numbers to make good the city ; As merry, as when our nuptial day was done, Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste And tapers burn'd to bedward. To help Cominius.

Com.

Flower of warriors, Lart.

Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; How i'st with Titus Lartius ? Thy exercise hath been too violent for

Mar. As with a man busied about decrees : A second course of fight.

Condemning some to death, and some to exile ; Mar.

Sir, praise me not : Ransoming him, or pitying, threat'ning the other; My work hath yet not warm’d me: Fare you well. Holding Corioli in the name of Rome, The blood I drop is rather physical

Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, Than dangerous to me: To Aufidius thus

To let him slip at will. I will appear, and fight.

Com.

Where is that slave. Lart.

Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Which told me they had beat you to your trenchies ? Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms Where is he? Call him hither. Misguide thy opposers' swords ! Bold gentleman, Mar.

Let him alone, Prosperity be thy page!

He did inform the truth : But for our gentlemen, Mar.

Thy friend no less The common file, (A plague!—Tribunes for them !) Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell. The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat, as they did budge Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius!

From rascals worse than they. (Exit Marcius. Com.

But how prevail'd you?

him : –

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