Mar. Thanks." Hail, noble What's the matter, you dis That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, 1. Cit. We have ever your good word. Mar. He that will give good words to thee, con 9 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 to you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares Where foxes, geese: You are no surer, no,AT Than is the coal of fire upon the ice," Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves great Which would increase his evil. He that depends メ Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks rushes. Hang, ye! Trust ye? With every minute you do change a mind; And call him noble, that was now your hate, Him vile, that was your garland. What's the mattér, That in these several places of the city Would feed on one another? What's the seeking? 1 Men. For corn at their own rates; whereof, The city is well stor❜d. they say, Mar. Hang 'em! They say? They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know Conjectural marriages; making parties strong, They say? grain enough? there's M Would the nobility lay aside their ruth, Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly per suaded; For though abundantly they lack discretion, M you, Mar. They are dissolv'd: Hang 'em!VE 2017 They said, they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth proverbs; That, hunger broke stone walls; that, dogs must eat; That, meat was made for months; that, the gods seut not Corn for the rich men only : With these shreds They vented their complainings; which being an +swer'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'the moon, Shouting their emulation: Men. What is granted them? Mar. Five tribunes, to defend their vulgar wis doms, Of their own choice: One's Junius Brutus, - 's death! upon power, and throw forth greater themes For insurrection's arguing. Men. This is strange. Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments! Enter a Messenger. Mes. Where's Caius Marcius? Mar. Here: What's the matter? Mes. The news is, Sir, the Volces are in arms. Mar. I am glad on't; then we shall have means Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators; JUNIUS BRUTUS, and SICINIUS VE LUTUS. 1. Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told us; The Volees are in arins. Mar. They have a leader, Tullas Aufidius, that will put you to't. And were I any thing but what I am, Com. You have fought together. Mar. Were half to half the world by the ears, and he Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make 1. Sen. Then, worthy Marcius, And I am constant. Titus Lartins, thoug Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face. T What, art thou stiff? stand'st out? Tit. No, Caius Marcius; I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other, Ere stay behind this business. Men, O, true bred! 1. Sen. Your company to the Capitol, where, know. Our greatest friends attend us. Tit. Lead you on: Follow, Cominius; we must follow you; Com. Noble Lartius! 1. Sen. Hence! To your homes, be gone. Mar. Nay, let them follow: [To the Citizens. The Volces have much corn; take these rats thi Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow. [Exeunt Senators', COM. MAR. TIT. and MENEN. Citizens steal away. Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? 1 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 gods. Sic. Benock the modest moon. Bru. The present wars devour him: he is Too prood to be so valiant. Sic. Such a nature, grown disdains the shadow Tickled with good success, Which he treads on at noon: But I do wonder, His insolence can brook to be commanded Under Cominius. -- cannot Bru. Fame, at the which he aims, In whom already he well grac'd Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by A place below the first for what iniscarries Shall be the general's fault, though he perform To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure Will then cry out of Marcius, O, if he Had borne the business! Sic. Besides, if things go well, Opinion, that so sticks ou Marcius, shall Bru. Come; Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius, Though, Marcius earn'd them not; and all his faults |