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I'the midst o'the body, idle and inactive,
i Cit. Well, sir, what answer made the belly?
Men. Sir, I shall tell you.-With a kind of smile,
Your belly's answer: What!
What then? -
Well, what then?
I will tell you;
1 Cit. You are long about it.
Note me this, good friend ;
That I receive the general food at first,
Though all at once cannot
my audit ир, that all From me do back receive the flower of all, And leave me but the bran. What say you to’t?
1 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, And no way
from yourselves.—What do you think? You the great toe of this assembly ?
I Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe?
Enter Caius Marcius. Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you dissen
tious rogues, That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, , Make yourselves scabs? 1 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 ailstone in the sun. ur 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 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 ye ! 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
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 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 aside their ruth *, And let me use iny sword, I'd make a quarryt With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high As I could pick I my lance. Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly per
suaded; For though abundantly they lack discretion, Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you, What say the other troop? Mar.
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 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 g. 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 ||Pity, compassion. t Heap of dead.
I Pitch. $ Faction.
11 For insurgents to debate upon.
This is strange.
Enter a Messenger.
Here: What's the matter?
to vent Our musty superfluity :-See, our best elders. Enter Cominius, Titus Lartius, and other Senators;
Junius Brutus, and Sicinius Velutus. 1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately
told us ;
The Volces are in arms.
They have a leader,
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 upon Coninius to these wars.
Com. It is your former promise.
Sir, it is;
No, Caius Marcius ;
0, true bred! 1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol ; where I