Because I am the store-house, and the shop Men. Though all at once cannot See what 1 do deliver out to each; Yet I can make my audit up, that all And leave me but the bran. What say you to't? But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you, 1 Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe? But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs; Enter CAIUS MARCIUS. Mar. Thanks.-What's the matter, you dissentious That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, [rogues, 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, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, A sick man's appetite, who desires most that And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye? And call him noble, that was now your hate, Him vile, that was your garland. What's the matter, 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 corn at their own rates; whereof, they say, The city is well stor❜d. Mar. Hang 'em! They say? [out They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know [enough? And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded; What says the other troop? Mar. But, I beseech you, They are dissolv'd: Hang 'em! They said, they were an hungry; sigh'd forth proverbs;— That, hunger broke stone walls; that, dogs must eat; That, meat was made for mouths; that, the gods sent not And make bold power look pale), they threw their caps Men. What is granted them? Win upon power, and throw forth greater theines Men. This is strange. Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments! Enter a Messenger. Here: What's the matter? Mess. Where's Caius Marcius? Mar. Mess. The news is, sir, the Volces are in arins. Mur. I am glad on't; then we shall have means to vent Our musly superfluity:-See, our best elders. Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators; JUNIUS BRUTUS, and SICINIUS VELUTUS. 1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told us; The Volces are in arms. Mar. 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 Only my wars with him: he is a lion That I am proud to hunt. 1 Sen, Then, worthy Marcius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars. Mar. Sir, it is; And I am constant.-Titus Lartius, thou 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, I know, Our greatest friends attend us. Tit. Lead you on: Follow, Cominius; we must follow you; Noble Lartius! Com. [To the Citizens. [Exeunt Senators, Cominius, Marcius, Titus, Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the people,— Sic. Nay, but his taunts. Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird the gods. Sic. Be-mock the modest moon. 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 Under Cominius. Bru. Fame, at the which he aims, In whom already he is well grac'd,-cannot Sic. Bru. Come; Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius, Though Marcius earn'd them not; and all his faults To Marcius shall be honours, though, indeed, In aught he merit not. Sic. Upon his present action. Bru. Let's along. [Exeunt. SCENE II. CORIOLI. The Senate House. 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, That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome Had circumvention? "Tis not four days gone, Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think, I have the letter here; yes, here it is: [Reads. They have press'd a power, but it is not known Whether for east, or west: The dearth is great; The people mutinous: and it is rumour'd, Cominias Marcius, your old enemy (Who is of Rome worse hated than of you), And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman, These three lead on this preparation |