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Lie there for pavement to the abject rear,
Then what they do in present,
O, let not virtue seek
High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,
The present eye praises the present object:
THERSITES'S HUMOROUS ACCOUNT OF AJAX.
. Ther. A wonder!
Ther. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself.
Achil. How so?
Ther. He must fight singly to-morrow with Hector; and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing.
Achil. How can that be?
Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a peacock,—a stride, and a stand: ruminates, like an hostess, that hath no arithmetic but her brain to set down her reckoning: bites his lip with a politic regard, as who should say,— There were wit in this head, an 'twould out; and so there is; but it lies as coldly in him as fire in a flint, which will not show without knocking. The man's undone for ever; for if Hector break not his neck i' the combat, he 'll break it himself in vainglory. He knows not me: I said, "Good-morrow, Ajax;" and he replies, "Thanks, Agamemnon." What think you of this man, that takes me for the general? He is grown a very land-fish, languageless, a monster. A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin.
MENENIUS RELATES HIS FABLE OF THE BELLY AND THE LIMBS TO THE MUTINOUS CITIZENS.
Men There was a time when all the body's members Rebell'd against the belly; thus accused it:—. That only like a gulf it did remain I' the midst o' the body, idle and inactive, Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing Like labour with the rest; where the other instruments Did see, and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, And, mutually participate, did minister Unto the appetite and affection common Of the whole body. The belly answered,—
"True is it, my incorporate friends, 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 brain; And, through the cranks and offices of man, The strongest nerves, and small inferior veins, From me receive t^at natural competency Whereby they live: And though that all at once, You my good friends," (this says the belly,) mark me,—
1 C'it. Ay, Sir; well, well.
Men. "Though all at once cannot
See what I do deliver out to each;
1 Git. It was an answer: How apply you this?
Men. The senators of Rome are this good belly,
BRUTUS THUS SPEAKS OF CORIOLANUS.
All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him: Your prattling nurse Into a rapture lets her baby cry, While she chats him: the kitchen malkin pins Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, windows, Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges horsed With variable complexions; all agreeing In earnestness to see him: seld-shown flamens Do press among the popular throngs, and puff To win a vulgar station: our veiled dames Commit the war of white and damask, in Their nicely-gawded cheeks, to the wanton spoil Of Phoebus' burning kisses: such a pother, As if that whatsoever god, who leads him, Were slyly crept into his human powers, And gave him graceful posture.
RE-ENTER CESAR, AND HIS TRAIN.
Bru. The games are done, and Caesar is returning.
Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;
Bru. I will do so :—But, look you, Cassius,
The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,
Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is.
Cces. Let me have men about me that are fat;
Ant. Fear him not, Caesar, he's not dangerous;
Cces. 'Would he were fatter:—But I fear him not:
BRUTUS SOLILOQUIZES ON THE NECESSITY OF PUTTING
It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd :— How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him ?—That;— And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
The abuse of greatness is, when it disjoins
But't is a common proof,
BRUTUS OBJECTS TO ANTONTf's BEING PUT TO DEATH WITH CESAR.
Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd but only Caesar?
Gas. Decius, well urged :—I think it is not meet,
Bru. Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,