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I'the midst o'the body, idle and inactive,
Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing
Like labour with the rest; where* the other in-

struments
Did see, and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel,
And, mutually participate, did minister
Unto the appetite and affection common
Of the whole body. The belly answered, -

i 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 fitlyt
As you malign our senators, for that
They are not such as you.
i Cit.

Your belly's answer: What!
The kingly crowned head, the vigilant eye,
The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,
Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter,
With other muniments and petty helps
In this our fabrick, if that they-
Men.

What then? -
'Fore me, this fellow speaks !-what then? what

then ?
1 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain’d,
Who is the sink o'the body,
Men.

Well, what then?
i Cit. The former agents, if they did complain,
What could the belly answer?
Men.

I will tell you;
If you'll bestow a small (of what you have little,)
Patience, a while, you'll hear the belly's answer.

1 Cit. You 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,
* Whereas.

+ Exactly.

1

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,--to the seat o'the brain ;
And, through the cranks* 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,
1 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 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?
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 balet. Hail, noble Marcius !
* Windings.

t Bane.

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.

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 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 Senators;

Junius Brutus, and Sicinius Velutus. 1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately

told us ;

The Volces 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, Attend upon Coninius 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.

0, true bred! 1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol ; where I

know,

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