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Tro. I did swear patience..

And yet the spacious breadth of this division
Cres. You shall not have it, Diomed ; ' faith you Admits no oritice for a point, as sobtle
shall not ;

As is Arachne's broken woof, to enter.
I'll give you something else.

Instance, 0 instance! strong as Pluto's gates;
Dio. I will have this; whose was it?

Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven: Cres. Tis no matter.

Instance, I instance! Strong as heaven ilsell; Dio. Come, tell me whose it was.

The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolved, and Cres. 'Twas one's that loved me better than you

loosed ;

And with another knot, five-finger-tied,
But, now you have it, take it.

The fractions of her faith, orts of her love,
Dio. Whose was it?

The fragments, scraps, the bits and greasy reliques
Cres. By all Diana's waiting-women yonder*, Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.
And by herself, I will not tell you whose.

Ulyss. May worthy Troilus be half atlach'd
Dio. To-morrow will I wear it on my helm; With that which here his passion doth express?
And grieve his spirit, that dares not challenge it. Tro. Ay, Greek; and that shall be divulged well
Tro. Wert thou the devil, and worest it on thy In characters as red as Mars his heart

Inflamed with Venus : never did young man fancy
It should be challenged.

With so eternal and so fix'd a soul.
Cres. Well, well, 'uis done, 'tis past ;-and yet Hark, Greek ;--As much as I do Cressid love,
it is not;

So much by weight bate I her Diomed ;
I will not keep my word.

That sleeve is mine, that he'll bear on his helm;
Dio. Why then, farewell;

Were it a casque + composed by Vulcan's skill, Thou never shalt mock Diomed again.

My sword should bile it: not the dreadful spout, Cres. You shall not go :-One cannot speak a Which shipmen do the hurricano call, word,

Constringed 1 in mass by the almighty sun, But it straight starts you.

Shall dizzy with more clamour Neptune's ear Dio. I do not like this fooling.

In his descent, than shall my prompted sword
Ther. Nor I, by Pluto: but that that likes not Falling on Diomed,
you, pleases me best.

Ther. He'll tickle it for his concupy $.
Dio. What, shall I come? The hour?

Tro. O Cressid! 0 false Cressid i False, false,
Cres. Ay, come :-0 Jovem

false! Do come :- 1 shall be plagued.

Let all untruths stand by thy stained name,
Dio. Farewell till then.

And they'll slem glorious.
Cres. Good night. I pr’ythee come.

Ulyss.' 0, contain yourself;

(Exit Diomedes. Your passion draws ears hither.
Troilus, farewell ! One eye yet looks on thee;
But with my heart the other eye doth see.-

Enter Æneas.
Ah! poor our sex! This fault in us I find,

Æne. I have been seeking you this hour my lord,
The error of our eye directs our mind :

Hector, by this, is arming him in Troy ;
What error leads, must err; O then conclude,

Ajax, your guard, stays to conduct you home.
Minds, sway'd by eyes, are full of turpitude.

Tro. Have with you, prince :- My courteous (Exit Cressida.

lord, adien :-
Ther. A proof of strength she could not publish Farewell, revolted fair ! -And, Diomed,

Stand fast, and wear a castle on thy head!
Unless she said, my mind is now turn'd whore. Ulyss. I'll bring you to the gates.
Ulyss. All's done, my lord.

Tro. Accept distracted thanks.
Tro. It is.

(Erit Troilus, Æneas, and Ulysses. Ulyss. Why stay we then?

Ther. 'Would, I could meet that rogue Diomed! Tro. To make a recordation + to my soul

I would croak like a raven, I would bode, I would Of every syllable that here was spoke.

bode, Patroclus will give me any thing for the But, if I tell how these two did co-act,

intelligence of this whore : the parrot will not de Shall I not lie in publishing a truth?

more for an almond, than he ior a commodioas Sith 1 yet there is a credence in my heart, drab. Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery; An esperance | so obstinately strong,

nothing else holds fashion: A' burning devil take
That doth invert the attests of eyes and ears ; them!
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

SCENE II.-Troy. Before Priam's Palace.
Was Cressid here?
Ulyss. I cannot conjure, Trojan,

Tro. She was not, sure.

And. When was my lord so much ungently tem-
Ulyss. Most sure she was.

Tro. Why, my negation ** hath no taste of mad. To stop his ears against admonisliment?

Unarm, unarm, and do not fight 10-day.
Ulyss. Nor mine, my lord : Cressid was here but Hect: You train me to offend you; get you in :

By all the everlasting gods, I'll go.
Tro. Let it not be believed for womanhood ! And. My dreams will, sure, prove ominous to the
Think, we had mothers ; do not give advantage

To stubborn critics tapt, without a theme,

Hect. No more, I say.
For depravation,- to square the general sex
By Cressid's rule : rather think this not Cressid.

Ulyss. What hath she done, prince, that ean soil Cas. Where jg my brother Hector?
our mothers !

And. Here, sister; arm'd, and bloody in intent:
Tro. Nothing at all, unless that this were she. Consort with me in loud and dear petition,
Ther. Will he swasser himself out on's own eyes ? Pursue we him on knees; for I have dream'd

Tro. This she? No, this is Diomed's Cressida : Of bloody turbulence, and this whole night
If beauty have a soul, this is not she;

Hath nothing been but shapes and forms of It souls guide rows, if vows be sanctimony,

1f sanctimony be the gods' delight,

Cas. 0, it is true.
If there be rule in unity iiself,

Hect. Ho! Bid my trumpet sound!
This was not she O madness of discourse,

Cas. No notes of sally, for the heavens, sweet
That cause sets up with and against itself!

Bi-lokal authority! Where reason can revolt

Hect. Begone, I say : the gods have heard me
Without perdition, and loss assuine all reason
Without revolt; this is, and is not, Cressid !

Cas. The gods are deaf to bol and peevish || vows;
Within my soul there doth commence a fight They are polluted offerings, more abhorr'd
Of thuis strange nature, that a thing inseparate Than spotted Jivers in the sacrifice.
Divides inore wider than the sky and earth; And. o! be persoaded : do not count it holy

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And rob in the behalf of charity.

Cas. It is the purpose, that makes strong the Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. (Exit.

Hect. You are amazed, my liege, at her exclaim: Bot vows, to every purpose, must not hold: Go in, and cheer the town: we'll forth, and tight; Inarın, sweet Hector.

Du deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night. Hect. Hold you still, I say;

Pri. Farewell; the gods with safety stand about Mine honour keeps the weather of my fate:

thee! (Errunt severully Priam and Hector. Life every man holds dear; but the dear man

Holds honour far more precious-dear • than life.- Tro. They are at it; bark! Proud Diomed, be-


I come to lose my arm, or win my sleeve.
How now, young man? Mean'st thou to fight

As Troilus is going ont, enter, from the other side,
And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade.

PANDARUS. (Erit Cassandra. Pan. Do you hear, iny lord? Do you hear? Hect. No, "faith, young Troilas; duff | thy har

Tro. What now? ness, youth,

Pan. Here's a letter from yon' poor girl.

Tro. Let me read.
I am to-day i'the vein of chivalry;
Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong,

Pan. A whoreson ptisick, a whoreson rascally
And tempt not yet the brushes of the war.

ptisick so troubles me, aud the foolish fortune of Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy,

this girl; and what one thing, what another, that I

shall leave you one o' these days: and I have a u aposed by Ta caerse I'll stand, to-day, for thee, and me, and Troy. Tro. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you,

rheum in nine eyes too; and such an ache in my Which better fits a lion, than a man.

bones, that, unless a man were cursed, I cannot tell Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus ? Chide me

what to think on't.-Wbat says she there? for it.

Tro. Words, words, mere words, no matter from Tro. When many times the captive Grecians fall,

the heart;

(Tearing the Letter. Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword,

The effect doth operate another way.-
You bid them rise, and live.

Go, wind to wind, there turn and change together.-
Hect. 0, 'lis fair play.

My love with words and errors still she feeds;
Tro. Fool's play, by heaven, Hector.

Bút edities another with her deeds,
Hect. How now How now

(Exeunt severally.
Tro. For the love of all the gods,
Let's leave the hermit pity with our mother; SCENE IV.-Between Troy and the Grecian Camp,
And when we have our armours buckled on,
The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords ;

Alarums: Excursions.-Enter THERSITES.
Spur them to ruthfult work, rein them from ruth .

Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one angHect. Pie, savage, fie!

ther; P'll go look on. That dissembling abominable Tro. Hector, then 'tis wars.

varlet, Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day.

foolish young knave's sleeve of Troy there, in his Tro. Who should withhold me?

helm: I would fain see themi meet; that that same Not rate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars

young Trojan ass, that loves the whore there, ruight Beckoning with fiery truncheon ny retire;

send that Greekish whore-masterly villian, with Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,

the sleeve, back to the dissembling luxurious drah, Their eyes o’trgalled with recourse of tears;

a sleeveless errand. O'the other side, the Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn, policy of those crafty swearing rascals,--that stale But by my ruin.

old mouse-caten dry cheese, Nestor; and that same Exit Troilus, Ertas, el pposed to hinder me, should stop my way,

dog-fox, Ulysses,-is not proved worth a blackRe-enter CASSANDRA, with PRIAM.

berry :--They set me up, in policy, that mongrel Cus. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast :

cur, Ajax, against that dog of as bad a kind, He is thy crutch ; now if thou lose thy stay,

Achilles: and now is the cur Ajax prouder than the Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,

cur Achilles, and will not arm to-day; whereupon Fall all together.

the Grecians begin to proclaim barbarisni, and Pri. Conie, Hector, come, go back :

policy grows into an ill opinion, Soft? here corae Thy wife hath dream'd; thy mother hath had sleeve, and l’other,

visions ;
Cassandra doth foresce; and I myself

Enter DIOXBDES, TROLUS follouing.
Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt,

Tro. Fly not; for, shouldst thou take the river
To tell thee that this day is ominous :

Therefore, coine back.

I would swim after,
Hect. Æneas is a-field;

Dio. Thou dost miscall retire :
And I do stand engaged to many Greeks,

I do not fly; but advantageous care
Even in the faith of valoar, to appear

Withdrew me from the odds of multitude :
This morning to them.

Have at thee!
Pri. But thou shalt not go,

Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian !--Now for thy
Fleet. I must not break iny faith.

whore, Trojan !--Now the sleeve, now the sleeve! You know me dutiful; therefore, dear Sir,

(ixeunt 'roilus and Diomedes, fighting,
Let me not shame respect; but give me leave
To take that course by your consent and voice

Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam.

Hect. What art thou, Greek? Art thon for Hector's
Cas. Ó Priam, yield not to him.

match ?
And, Do not, dear father.

Art thou of blood, and honour
Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you :
Upon the love you bear me, get you in,

Ther. No, no : 1 am a rascal; a scurvy railing

knave; a very filthy rogue,

(Exit Andromac Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl

llect. I do believe thee ;-Live.

(Erit. Makes all these bodements.

Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me;

But a plagae break thy neck, for frigliting me Cas. O farewell, dear Hector.

What's become of the wenching rogues ? I think, Look, how thou diest! Look, how thy eye turns pale! they have swallow'd one another: I would laugh Hark, how Troy roars! How Hecuba cries out!

at that miracle. Yet, in a sort, lechery eals itself, I'll seek them.

(Brita Behold, destruction, frenzy, and amazeinent,

SCENE V. -The same. me, I say the gods bare bat How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth !

And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead!' o Hector!
Tro. Away!-Away!

Enter DIOMEDES, and a SERVANT. ods are dear to hot and merad Like witless antics, one another meet,

Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse;

+ Put off. Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid : * Ruefal, woeful.

Mercy. Fellow commend my service to her beauty i


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Tell her, I have caastised the amorous Trojan,

And am her knight by proof.
_Serv. I go, my lord.

(Exit Servant. Achil. Now do I see thee: Hal-Have at thee,


Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.
Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan,
Hath beat down Menon : bastard Margarelon Be happy, that my arms are out of use :
Hath Doreus prisoner;

My rest and negligence befriend thee now,
And stands colossus-wise, waving his beam", But thou anon shalt hear of me again;
Upon the pashed corses of the kings

Till when, go seek thy fortune.


Hect. Fare thee well:
Epistrophus and Cedins: Polixenes is slain;
Amplimachus, and Thoas, deadly hurt;

I would have been much more a fresher man,
Patroclus ta'eo, or slain; and Palamedes

Had I expected thee.-How now, my brother?
Sore hurt and bruised : the dreadful Sagittary

Re-enter TROILUS.
Appals our numbers; haste we, Diomed,
To reinforcement, or we perish all.

Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas; shall it he?

No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
Enter Nestor.

He shall not carry him ; I'll be taken too,
Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles ;

Or bring him oft :-Fate, hear me what I say!

I reck + not though I end my life to-day. [Erit.
And bid the snail-paced Ajax arm for shame.
There is a thousand Hectors in the field :

Enter one in sumptuous Armour.
Now here he fights on Galathe his horse,
And there lacks work ; anon, he's there, afoot,

Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek; thou art a goodly

And there they fly, or die, like scaled sculls I
Before the belching whale; then is he yonder,

No? Wilt thou not ?- I like thy armour well;
And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,

I'll frush | it, and unlock the rivets all,
Fall down before him, like the mower's swath :

But I'll be master of it :-Wilt thou not, beast,

Here, there, and everywhere, he leaves, and
takes ;

Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide,
Dexterity so obeying appetite,

That what he will, he does; and does so much,

SCENE VII.-The same.
That proof is called impossibility.


Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
Ulyss. 0, courage, courage, princes! Great Mark what I say.--Attend me where I wheei :

Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath;
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance: And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Patroclus' wounds have roused his drowsy blood,

Empale him with your weapons round about;
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,

In fellest manner execute g your arms.
That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come Follow me, Sirs, and my proceedings eye : -
to him,

It is decreed-Hector the great inust die. (Eseunt.
Crying on Hector, Ajax hath lost a friend,
And foains at mouth, and he is arm'd, and at it,

SCENE VIII.-The same.
Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day
Mad and fantastic execution ;

Enter MENELAUS and Paris, fighting; then THER-
Engaging and redeeming of himself,

With such a careless force, and forceless care, Ther. The' cuckold and the cuckold-maker are
As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,

at it: Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! Now
Bade him win all.

my double-henn'd sparrow! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! The Enter Ajax

bull has the game :-'Ware horns, ho !

(Exeunt Paris and Menelaus.
Ajar. Troilus! Thou coward Troilas! [Exit.
Dio. Ay, there, there.

Nest. So, so, we draw together.

Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.

Ther. What art thou !

Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.
Achil. Where is this Hector ?

Ther, I am a bastard too ; I love bastards : I am
Come, come, thou boy-queller , shew thy face; a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind,
Know what it is to meet Achilles angry.

bastard in valour, in every thing illegitimate. One
Hector! Where's Hector? I will none but Hector. bear will not bite another, and wherefore should

(Ereunt. one bastard ? Take heed, the quarrel's most omin

ous to us: if the son of a whore fight for a whore, SCENE V1.- Another Part of the Field.

he tempus judgment: farewell, bastard.
Enter AJAX.

Mar. The devil take thee, coward! (Exeunt.
Ajar. Troilus, thou coward Troilus, shew thy SCENE IX.- Another Part of the Field
head !


Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without,
Dlo. Troilus I say! Where's Troilus !

Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life.
Ajar. What wouldst thou?

Now is my day's work done ; I'll take good breath:
Dio. I would correct him.

Rest sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death
Ajar. Were I the general, thou shouldst have

(Puls off his Helmet, and hangs his Shich
my office,

behind him.
Ere that correction :-Troilus, I say! What, Troilus !


Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set;
Tro. O traitor Diomed ?--Turn thy false face, thou How ugly night comes breathing at his heels :

Even with the vail and dark’ning of the sun,
And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse!

To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
Dio. Ha! art thou there?

Hect. I am unarm'd, forego this 'vantage!, Greek:
Ajax. l'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man i
Dio. He is my prize, I will not look upon ll.


(Hector falis Tro. Come both, you cogging Greeks ; have at So, Ilion, fall thou next! Now, Troy, sink down; you both.

(Ereunt, fighting. Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.-

On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,
Hect. Yea, Troilus? O, well fonght, my youngest

Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain.

(A Retreat sounded.

Hark! a retreat upon our Grecian part.
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Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord. Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba!
Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the Let him, that will a screech-owl aye • be calla,

Go into Troy, and say there-Hecior's dead :
And, stickler-like, the armies separates.

There i a word will Priam turn to stone; My half-supp'd sword, that frankly I would have Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, fed,

Cold statues of the youth; and, in a word, Pleased with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed.- Scare Troy out of itself. But, march away;

(Sheaths his Sword. Hector is dead, there is no more to say.
Come, tie Nis body to my horse's tail;

Stay yet ;-You vile abominable tents,
Along the field I will the Trojan trail. (Ereunt. Thus proudly pight + upon our Phrygian plains,

Let Titan rise as early as he dare,
SCENE X.-The saine.

I'll through and through you!- And thou, great

sized coward ! Enter AGAMEMNON, Ajax, MENELAUS, NESTOR, No space of earth shall sunder our two hates ;" DIOXEDES, and others, marching.–Shouts within.

l'll liaunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Agam, Hark! hark! What shout is that? - That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.Nest. Peace, drums.

Strike a free march to Troy! With comfort go : (Within.) Achilles !

Hope of revenge shall hide our in ward woe. Achilles! Hector's slain! Achilles !

[Exeunt Æneas, and Trojans. Dio. The bruit : is,-Hector's slain, and by As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side,

Ajar. If it be so, yet bragless let it be;

Great Hector was as good a man as he.

Pan. But hear you, hear you!
Agam. March patiently along :- Let one be sent Tro. Hence, broker lackey! ignomy t and shame
To pray Achilles see us at our tent.-

Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name,
Ir in his death, the gods have us befriended,

Eait Troilus, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. Pan. A goodly med'cine for my aching bones!

(Ereunt marching. -O world! world! world! thus is the poor

agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earn. SCENE XI.-Another Part of the Field. estly are you set a' work, and how ill requited !

Why should our endeavour be so loved, and the Enter Æneas, and TROJANS.

performance so loathed? What verse for it? What Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field ; instance for it-Let me see : Never go home; here starve we out the night. Full merrily the homble-bee doth sing,

Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting:

And being once subdued in armed tail,
Tro. Hector is slain.

Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail.
All. Hectur!-The gods forbid !

Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted Tro. He's dead ; and at the murderer's horse's

cloths . tail,

As many as be bere of pander's ball, In beastly sort, dragg'd through the shameful Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall: field.

Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groans, Frown on, you heavens, effect yonr rage with speed! Though nol for me, yet for your aching bones. Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade,

at once let your brief plagues be mercy, Some lwo months hence my will shall here be made: And linger not our sure destructions on!

It should be now, but thal my fear is this, Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss ; Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so : Till then, I'U sweat, and seek about for eases; I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death;

And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases. But dare all imminence, that gods and nien

(Exit. Address their dangers in. Hector is gone!,

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2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath Enter a Company of mutinous CITIZENS, with Staves,

always loved the people. Clubs, and other Weapons.

I Cit. He's one honest enough ; 'would all the

rest were so ! I Cit. Before we proceed any further, hear me

Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand I speak.

Where go you Cit. Speak, speak. [Several speaking at once. With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray 1 Cit. You are all resolved rather to die, than to

you. famish?

1 cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate; Cit. Resolved, resolved.

they have had inkling, this fortnight, what we 1 Cit. First, you know, Caius Marcius is chief intend to do, which pow we'll shew 'em in deeds. enemy to the people.

They say, poor suitors have strong breaths; they Cit. We know't, we know't.

shall know, we have strong arnıs too. 1 Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine our own price. Is't a verdict?

honest neighbours, Cit. No more talking on't; let it be done : Away, Will you undo yourselves ? away.

I cit. We cannot, Sir, we are undone already. 2 Cit. One word, good citizens.

Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care 1 Cit. We are accounted poor citizens ; the pa.

Have the patricians of you. For your wants, tricians, good: what authority surfeits on, would Your suffering in this dearth; you may as well relieve ns : if they would yield us but the superflui- Strike at the heaven with your staves, as lift them ty, while it were wholesome, we might gaess, they Against the Roman state ; 'whose course will on relieved us humanely; but they think, we are too | The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs dear : the leanness that affiicis us, the object of of more strong link asunder, than can ever our misery, is as an inventory to particularise their appear in your impediment: for the dearth, abundance; our sufferance is a gain to them.-Let The gods, not the patricians, make it, and us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack, rakes t: for the gods know, I speak this in hunger You are transported by calamity for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

Thither where more attends you; and you slander 2 Cit. Would you proceed especially against The helms o' the state, who care for you like faCaius Marcius?

thers, C'il. Against him first; he's a very dog to the When you curse them as enemies. com ionalty,

I Cit. Care for 118 !—True, indeed !-They ne'er 2 Cit. Consider you what services he has done cared for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their for his country!

store-houses cramm'd with grain; make edicts for I ('it. Very well; and could be content to give usury, to support usurers : repeal daily any whole. him good report for't, but that he pays himself some act establish'd against the rich ; and provide with being proud.

more piercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain 2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously.

the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; i Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done fa- , and there's all the love they bear us, mously, he did it to that end : though soft con- Men. Either you must scienced men can be content to say, it was for his Confess yourselves wondrous malicions, country, he did it to please his mother, and to be or be accused of folly, I shall tell you partly proud ; which he is, even to the altitude of A pretty tale ; it may be, you have heard it; his virtue.

But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture 2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you to scale'l a little more. account a vice in him: you must in no way say, I Cit. Well, l'll hear it, Sir; yet you must not he is covetous.

think to fob off our disgrace + with a iale : but an't i Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of ac- please you deliver. cusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in Men. There was a time, when all the body's repetition. (Shouts within.) What shouts are these?

members The other side o' the city is risen : Why stay we Rebell'd against the belly; thus accused it :prating here? To the Capitol.

That only like a gulf it did remain cu. Come, come.

l' the midst o'the body, idle and inactive, I Cit. Soft; who comes here ?

Still cupboarding the viand, bever bearing • Rich. + Thin as rakes. Spread it.

+ Hardship.

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