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Which you do live upon and fit it is;
Men. Though all at once cannot
See what I do deliver out to each;
Yet I can make my audit up, that all,
Cit. It was an answer: How apply you this?
1 Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe?
Men. For that being one o'the lowest, basest, poorest,
But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs;
The one side must have bale. Hail! noble Marcius!
Enter CAIUS MARCIUS.
Mar. Thanks.-What's the matter, you dissentious 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
What's the matter,
And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye?
Mar. Hang 'em! They say?
They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know
Who thrives, and who declines: side factions, and give out
Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded;
Mar. They are dissolved: Hang 'em!
They said, they were an hungry: sigh'd forth proverbs ;-
They vented their complainings; which being answer'd,
(To break the heart of generosity S
And make bold power look pale), they threw their caps
Men. What is granted them?
Mar. Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms,
Men. This is strange.
Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments!
Enter a MESSENGER.
Mes. Where's Caius Marcius?
Mes. The news is, Sir, the Volces are in arms.
Mar. I am glad on't: then we shall have means to vent
+ Heap of dead.
+ Pitch. Topic.
Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other SENATORS;
1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told us; The Volces are in arms.
Mar. They have a leader,
Tullus Anfidius, that will put you to't.
And were I anything but what I am,
Com. You have fought together.
Mar. Were half to half the world by the ears, and he
1 Sen. Then, worthy Marcius,
And I am constant.-Titus Lartius, thou
What, art thou stiff? stand'st out?
Tit. No, Caius Marcius;
I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other,
Men. O, true bred!
1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where, I know, Our greatest friends attend us.
Tit. Lead you on:
Follow, Cominius; we must follow you;
Right worthy you priority.
Com. 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,
[Exeunt SENATORS, COM. MAR. TIT. and MENEN.
Sic. Was ever man so proud as this Marcius?
Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the people,—
Sic. Nay, but his taunts.
Bru. Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods.
Bru. The present wars devour him: he is grown Too proud to be so valiant.
Sic. Such a nature
Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow
Bru. Fame, at the which he aims,-
Sic. Besides, if things go well; Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall Of his demerits* rob Cominius.
Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius,
Sic. Let's hence, and hear
How the despatch is made; and in what fashion,
Bru. Let's along.
Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, and certain SENATORS.
1 Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius, That they of Rome are enter'd in our counsels, And know how we proceed.
Auf. Is it not yours?
What ever hath been thought on in this state,
(Who is of Rome worse hated than of you),
1 Sen. Our army's in the field:
We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready
Auf. Nor did you think it folly,
To keep your great pretences veil'd, till when
It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery,
* Demerits and merits had anciently the same meaning.
2 Sen. Noble Aufidius,
Take your commission; hie you to your bands:
If they set down before us, for the remove
Auf. O, doubt not that;
I speak from certainties. Nay, more.
Some parcels of their powers are forth already,
All. The gods assist you!
Auf. And keep your honours safe! 1 Sen. Farewell.
2 Sen. Farewell.
SCENE III-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 yourself 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 pluck'd all gaze his way; when, for a day of kings' entreaties, a mother should not sell him an hour from her beholding; I,-considering how honour would become such a person; that it was no better than picture-like to hang by the wall, if renown made it not stir, was pleased to let him seek danger where he was like to find fame. To a cruel war I sent him; from whence he returned, his brows bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang not more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child, than now in first seeing he had proved himself a man.
Vir. But had he died in the business, Madam? how then? Vol. Then his good report should have been my son; I therein would have found issue. Hear me profess sincerely: Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius,-I had rather had eleven die nobly for their country, than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
Enter a GENTLEWOMAN.
Gent. Madam, the lady Valeria is come to visit you.
Methinks, I hear hither your husband's drum;
* Attracted all attention to him.