With other muniments and petty helps In this our fabrick, if that they Men. What then? What then? what then? 'Fore me, this fellow speaks. 2 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be reftrain'd, Who is the Sink o' th' body, Men. Well, - - what then? 2 Cit. The former Agents, if they did complain, What could the belly answer? Men. I will tell you, If you'll beftow a fmall (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; Not rafh, like his accufers; and thus anfwer'd; Even to the Court, the Heart; to th' feat o'th' brain; me 2 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 up, that all From me do back receive the flow'r of all, And leave me but the bran. What fay you to't? 2 Cit. It was an answer; And how apply you this? Men. The Senators of Rome are this good belly, you the mutinous Members; for examine Their Counfels, and their Cares; digeft things rightly, Touching the weal o'th' Common; you shall find, No No publick benefit, which you receive, But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you, And no way from your felves. What do you think? You, the great toe of this Affembly! 2 Cit. I the great toe! why, the great toe? Men. For that, being one o' th' loweft, bafeft, pooreft, Of this most wife Rebellion, thou goest foremost : But make you ready your ftiff bats and clubs, Enter Caius Marcius. Hail, noble Marcius! Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you diffentious rogues, That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, 2 Cit. We have ever your good word. Mar. He that will give good words to thee, will flatter Beneath abhorring. What would you have, ye Curs, That like nor peace, nor war? The one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trufts to you, (3) The one Side muft bave Bail.] It must be the vanquisht Side, fure, that could want it; and who were likely to be their Bail? But it is endless to queftion with Negligence and Stupi dity. The Poet, undoubtedly, wrote, as I have restor❜d; The one Side muft bave Bale i. e. Sorrow, Misfortune, must have the worst of it, be difcomfited. I have reftored this Word in fome other Paffages of our Author; where the Editors feem'd not to be aware of any fuch Word in our Language. Or Or hailstone in the Sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whofe offence fubdues him, Deferves your Hate; and your affections are With every minute you do change a mind, You cry against the noble Senate, who (Under the Gods) keep you in awe, which elfe Would feed on one another? what's their Seeking? Men. For corn at their own rates, whereof, they fay, The City is well ftor'd. Mar. Hang 'em: they fay! They'll fit by th' fire, and prefume to know What's done i'th' Capitol; who's like to rife; Who thrives, and who declines: fide factions, and give out Conjectural marriages; making parties ftrong, And feeble such, as stand not in their Liking, Below their cobled fhoes. They fay, there's Grain enough! Would the Nobility lay afide their ruth, And let me ufe my fword, I'd make a quarry As I could pitch my lance. Men. Nay, thefe are almost thoroughly perfuaded: For though abundantly they lack difcretion, Yet are they paffing cowardly. But, I beseech you, Mar. They are diffolv'd; hang 'em, They faid they were an hungry, figh'd forth Proverbs; That bunger broke ftone walls that dogs must eat, That that the Gods -With thefe fhreds That meat was made for mouths jent not Corn for the rich men only They vented their complainings: which being answer'd, And a Petition granted them, a ftrange one, To break the heart of Generofity, 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 wifdoms, Of their own choice. One's Junius Brutus, Sicinius Velutus, and I know not s'death, Win upon Power, and throw forth greater themes Men. This is ftrange. Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments! Enter a Messenger. Mef. Where's Caius Marcius? Mar. Here- -what's the matter? Mef. The news is, Sir, the Volfcians are in arms. Mar. I'm glad on't, then we shall have means to vent Our mufty fuperfluity. See, our beft Elders! Enter Sicinius Velutus, Junius Brutus, Cominius, 1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told us, The Volfcians are in arms. Mar. They have a Leader, 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 he Upon my Party, I'd revolt, to make Only Only my wars with him. He is a lion, 1 Sen. Then, worthy Marcius, And I am conftant: Titus Lartius, thou Shalt fee me once more ftrike at Tullus' face. Tit. No, Caius Marcius, I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with t'other; Men. O true-bred ! 1 Sen. Your company to th' Capitol; where, I know, Our greatest Friends attend us. Tit. Lead you on ; Follow, Cominius; we must follow you; Com. Noble Lartius! Sen. Hence to your homes Mar. Nay, let them follow ; - be gone. [To the Citizens. The Volfcians have much Corn: take these rats thither, [Exeunt. [Citizens fteal away. Manent Sicinius and Brutus. Sic. Was ever man fo proud, as is this Marcius? Bru. He has no equal. Sic. When we were chofen Tribunes for the People- Sic. Nay, but his taunts. Bru. Being mov'd, he will not fpare to gird the Sic. Be-mock the modeft Moon, Bru. The prefent Wars devour him; he is grown Too proud, to be so valiant. Sic. Such a nature, Tickled with good fuccefs, disdains the shadow |