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Or be accus'd of folly. I shall tell you
A pretty tale, it may be you have heard it);
Lt.t, since it serves my purpose, I will venture
To scale't *

a little more.
2 Cit. Well,
We'll hear it, Sir -yet you muit not think
To fob off our disgraces with a tale :
But, an't please you, deliver.

Men. There was a time, when all the body's members
Rebel.'d against the belly ; thus rccus'd it;
That only, like a gulph, it did remain
l'th' midit o'th’ body, idle and unactive,
Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing
Like labour with the ret; where th’ other inftruments
Did fee, and bear, devise, instruct, walk, feel,
And mutually participate, did minifter
Unto the appetite, and affection common
Of the whole body. The belly answer'd-

2 Cit. We'l, Sir, what answer made the belly ?

Nien. 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 reply'd
To th’ discontented members, th' mutinous parts,
That envied his receipt ; even so most fitly to
As you malign our senators, for that
They are not such as you-

2 Cir. Your belly's answer what!
The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye,
The counsellor hcart, the arm our foldier,
Our fteed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter ;
With other muniments and petty helps
In this our fabric, if that theycom

Mien. What then-Fore me this fellow speaks,
What then what then ?

2 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, Who is the fink o' th’ body,& Men. Well, what then?

2 Cit. The former agents, if they did complain, What could the belly answer?

Men. weigh, examine, and apply it. sti.c. exactly

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.

2 Cit. Y'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,
That I receive the general food at first,
Which
you do live

upon ;

and fit it is, Because I am the storehouse 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 th’ seat o'th' brain, And through the cranks and offices of man; The strongeit 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

2 Cil. Ay, Sir, well, well.

Men. Though all at once cannot
See what I do deliver out to each,
Yet I can make my audit up, that all
From me do back receive the flow'r of all,
And leave me but the bran. What say you to't?

2 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; digelt things rightly Touching the weal o' th'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!

2 Cit. I the great toe! why, the great toe?

Men. For that being one oʻth' lowest, baseft, poorest, Of this most wise rebellion, thou goeft 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 raust have bale. Vol. VI.

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SCENE 1II. Enter Cauis Marcius.
Hail, Noble Marcius !

Nar. Thanks. What's the matter, you diffenfious
That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, [rogues,
Make yourselves scabs ?

2 Cis. We have ever your good word.

Mar. He that will give good words to thee, will flatter
Beneath abhorring. What would ye have, ye curs,
That likes not peace, nor war ? The one affrights you,
The other makes you proud. He that trufts to you,
Where he should find

you
lions, finds

you
Where foxes, geefe. You are no surer, no,
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
Or hailstone in the fun. Your virtue is,
To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him,
And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness,
Deferves your hate ; and your

affections are
A fick 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 the several places of the city
You cry against the noble fenate, who
(Under the gods) keep you in awe, which else
Would feed on one another ? —What's their feeking?

Mien. For corn at their own rates, whereof they say
The city is well stor’d.

Nar. Hang 'em : they say !
They'll sit by th' fire, and presume to know
What's done i' th’ Capitol ; who's like to rise ;
Who thrives, and who declines : fide factions, and give
Conjectural marriages; making parties strong,

out
And feeble such as stand not in their liking,
Below their cobled shoes. They say there's grain enough!
Would the Nobility lay aside their ruth,
And let me uf.: my 'word, I'd make a quarry
With thousands of thele quarter'd flaves, as high

As

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As I could pitch my lance.

Min. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded : For though abundantly they lack diseretion, Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you, What says the other troop?

Mar. They are dissolv'd; hang 'eni, They said they were an hungry, figh'd forth proverbs ; That hunger broke stone wallsthat dogs must eat, That meat was made for mouths that the gods sent not Corn for the rich men onlyWith these shreds They vented their complainings : which being answer’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'th' moon, Shouting their emulation.

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 -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 (trange.
Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments !

Enter a i effenger.
Mel. Where's Caius Marcius
Mar. Here what's the matter?
Mel. The news is, Sir, the Volscians are in arms.

Mar. I'm glad on't; then we shall have means to vent Our musty superfluity. See! our best elders

SCENE IV. Enter Sicinius Velutus, Junius Brutus, Cominius, Tirus

Lartius,, with other Senators. I Sen. Marcius, 'tis true that you have lately told us, The Volscians are in arms. Mar. They have a leader, Сс 2

Tullus

Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't.
I fin in envying his Nobility :
And were I any thing but what I am,
I'd with me only he.

Com. You have fought together!

Mar. Were half to half the world by th' ears, and be Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make Only my wars with him. He is a lion That I am proud to hunt.

i Sen. Then, worthy Marcius, Attend

upon

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? ftand'st out?

Lart. No, Caius Marcius,
I'll lean upon one.crutch, and fight with t'other,
Ere stay behind this business.

Men. O true bred !

i Sen. Your company to th’ Capitol, where I know Our greatest friends attend us.

Lart. Lead you on ;
Follow, Cominíus; we must follow you ;
Right worthy your priority.

Com. Noble Lartius-
1 Sen. Hence to you homes.be gone.

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

Exeunt. [Citizens sleal away. Manent Sicinius and Brutuso Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius ? Bru. He has no equal. Sic. When we were chosen Tribunes for the people Bru. Mark'd you his lip and eyes ? Sic. Nay, but his taunts. Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird the godsama Sia. Be-mock the modest moon,

Bru.

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