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Or be accus'd of folly. I shall tell you
a little more.
Men. There was a time, when all the body's members
2 Cit. We'l, Sir, what answer made the belly ?
Nien. Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile,
2 Cir. Your belly's answer what!
Mien. What then-Fore me this fellow speaks,
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.
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
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.
SCENE 1II. Enter Cauis Marcius.
Nar. Thanks. What's the matter, you diffenfious
2 Cis. We have ever your good word.
Mar. He that will give good words to thee, will flatter
What's the matter,
Mien. For corn at their own rates, whereof they say
Nar. Hang 'em : they say !
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 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 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,
Men. This is (trange.
Enter a i effenger.
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 Aufidius, that will put you to't.
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
Cominius to these wars.
Mar. Sir, it is ;
Lart. No, Caius Marcius,
Men. O true bred !
i Sen. Your company to th’ Capitol, where I know Our greatest friends attend us.
Lart. Lead you on ;
Com. Noble Lartius-
[To the Citizens.
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,