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Enter Menenius Agrippa." 2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved the people.
1 Cit. He's one honest enough ; 'Would, all the rest were so ! Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand ?
Where go you With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.
1 Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate; they bave had inkling, this fortnight, what we intend to do, which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They say, poor suitors have strong breaths; they shall know, we have strong arms too. Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine ho
nest neighbours, Will you undo yourselves?
1 Cit. We cannot, sir, we are undone already.
Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care Have the patricials of you. For your wants, Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well Strike at the heaven with your staves, as lift them Against the Roman state; whose course will on. The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs Of more strong link asunder, than can ever Appear in your impediment: For the dearth, The gods, vot the patricians, make it; and Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack, You are transported by calamity Thither where more attends you; and you slander The helms o'the state, who care for you like fathers, When you curse them as enemies.
1 Cit. Care for us !- True, indeed !-They ne'er cared for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their store-houses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers : repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich ; and provide more piercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain
the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us.
Men. Either you must
1 Cit. Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet you must not think to fob off our disgracet with a tale: but, an't please you, deliver Men. There was a time, when all the body's mem
bers Rebell'd against the belly; thus accus'd it; That only like a gulf it did remain l' the midst o'the body, idle and inactive, Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing Like labour with the rest; where I the other instru.
meots Did see, and hear, devise, instruct, walk, fee And, mutually participate, did minister Unto the appetite and affection common of the whole body. The belly answered,
1 Cit. Well, sir, what answer made the belly?
Men. 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 replied To the discontented members, the inutinous parts That envied his receipt; even so most fitlys As you malign our senators, for that They are not such as you. 1 Cit.
Your belly's answer: What! The kingly crowned head, the vigilant eye, The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier, Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter,
With other muniments and petty helps
What then? 'Fore me, this fellow speaks !-what then? what
then? 1 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, Who is the sink 'tne body, Men.
Well, what then? 1 Cit. The former agents, if they did complain, Wiat could the belly answer? 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.
1 Cit. You 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 store-house, 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 the seat o'the
Though all at once cannot
1 Cit. It was an answer: How apply you this!
Men. The senators of Rome are this good belly,
1 Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe?
poorest, of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st 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 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 Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you
curs, That like nor peace, nor war? the one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trusts you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; Where foxes, geese : You are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or bailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whose offence subdues bim, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves great
Deserves your hate : and your affections are
ter, That in these several places of the city You cry against the noble senate, who, Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else Would feed on one another? - What's their seeking? Men. For coru at their own rates; whereof, they
say, The city is well stor'd. Mar.
Hang 'em! They say? They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know What's done i'the Capitol: who's like to rise, Who thrives, and who declines: side factions, and
give out Conjectural marriages; making parties strong, And feebling such as stand not in their liking, Below their cobbled shoes. They say, there's grain
enough? Would the nobility lay aside their ruth", And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarryt With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high As I could pick I my lance. Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly per.
suaded ; For though abundantly they lack discretion, Yet are they passing cowardly. But I beseech you, What say the other troop? Mar.
They are dissolved: Hang 'em ! They said, they were an hungry; sigh'd forth pro