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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 havg them on the horns o'the moon. Shouting their emulation. Men.
What is granted them?
This is strange.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Where's Caius Marcius?
Here: What's the matter?
to vent Our musty superfluity :-See, our best elders.
Enter Cominius, Titus Lartius, and other Senators:
Jupius Brutus, and Sicinius Velutus.
1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately
told us; The Volces are in arms.
For insurgents to debate upon.
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 balf 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 Cominius to these wars.
Com. It is your former promise. .
Sir, it is;
No, Caius Marcius;
o, true bred! 1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where I
Lead you on :
Noble Lartius! 1 Sen. Hence! To your homes, be gone.
[To the Citizens. Mar.
Nay, let them follow: The Volces have much corn; take these rats thither, To gnaw their garnerst-Worshipful inutiueers, Your valour puts I well forth: pray follow.
[Exeunt Senators, Com. Mar. Tit. and
Menen. Citizens steal away.
• Right worthy of precedence,
Bru. He has no equal.
Nay, but his taunts.
Bru. The present wars devour him : he is grown
Such a nature,
Fame, at the which he aims,
Besides, if things go well, Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall Of his demerits t rob Cominius. Bru.
Let's hence, and hear
Let's along. (Ereunt.
+ Demerits and merits had anciently the same meaning.
Enter Tullus Aufidius, and certain Senators.
1 Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius,
Is it not yours?
Our army's in the field:
Nor did you think it folly,
hatching, It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery, We shall be shorten'd in our aim; which was, To take int many towns, ere, almost, Rome Should know we were afoot.
0, doubt not that;
The gods assist you ! Auf. And keep your honours safe! 1 Sen.
Farewell. 2 Sen.
Farewell. All. Farewell.
Rome. An apartment in Marcius' house.
Enter Volumnia, and Virgilia: They sit down on
two low stools, and sew.
Vol. I pray you, daughter, sing; or express your self in a more comfortable sort: If my son were my husband, I should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he won honour, than in the embracements of his bed, where he would show most love. When yet he was but tender bodied, and the only son of my womb; when youth with comeliness plucked all gaze bis way*; when, for a day of king's entreaties, a mother should not sell him an hour from her be. holding; 1,-considering how honour would become
* Attracted attention.