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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
1 Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have 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 honest neighbours, Will you undo yourselves?
1 Cit. We cannot, sir, we are undone already. Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care Have the patricians 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, not the patricians, make it; and Your knees to them, not arms, must help. 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
Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,
1 Cit. Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet you must not think to fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an't please you, deliver.
Men. There was a time, when all the body's members
Rebell'd against the belly; thus accus'd it: -
I' the midst o'the body, idle and inactive,
Did see, and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel,
1 Cit. Well, sir, what answer made the belly?
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,
'Fore me, this fellow speaks! - what then? what then?
1 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, Who is the sink o' the body,
Well, what then? 1 Cit. The former agents, if they did complain, What could the belly answer? I will tell you ;
Men. 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;
Even to the court, the heart, to the seat o'the brain;
Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each; Yet I can make my audit up, that all From me do back receive the flower of all, And leave me but the bran. What
say you to't?
1 Cit. It was an answer: How apply you this? Men. The senators of Rome are this good belly, And you the mutinous members: For examine Their counsels, and their cares; digest things rightly, Touching the weal o'the common; you shall find, No publick benefit, which you receive, But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you, And no way from yourselves. - What do you think? You, the great toe of this assembly? 1 Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe? Men. For that being one o'the lowest, basest, poorest,
Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost :
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
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,
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,
Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,
Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded;
They are dissolved: 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
Mar. I am glad on't; then we shall have means
Our musty superfluity : — See, our best elders.
Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make
No, Caius Marcius; I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other, Ere stay behind this business.
1 Sen. Your company to the know, Our greatest friends attend us.
Follow, Cominius; we must follow you;
O, true bred! Capitol; where, 1
Lead you on:
Com. Noble Lartius! 1 Sen. Hence! To your homes, be gone. [To the Citizens. Mar. Nay, let them follow: The Volces have much corn; take these rats thither, To gnaw their garners: - Worshipful mutineers, Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.
[Exeunt Senators, Coм. MAR. TIT. and MENEN. Citizens steal away. Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? Bru. He has no equal.
Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the people,
Bru. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes?
Sic. Be-mock the modest moon.
Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall
Besides, if things go well, self in a more comfortable sort: If my son were my husband, I should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he won honour, than in the embrace...ents of his bed, where he would show most love. When yet he was but tender-bodied, and the only son of my womb; when youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way; when, for a day of kings' entreaties, a mother should not sell him an hour from her beholding; I,-considering how honour would become such a person; that it was no better than picture-like to hang by the wall, if renown made it not stir, — was pleased to let him seek danger where he was like to find fame. To a cruel war I sent him; from whence he returned, his brows bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter,-I sprang not more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child, than now in first seeing he had proved himself a man.
Vir. But had he died in the business, madam? how then?
SCENE II. Corioli. The Senate-House.
Our army's in the field:
Nor did you think it folly,
It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery,
Vol. Then his good report should have been my son; I therein would have found issue. Hear me profess sincerely: -Had I a dozen sons, —each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, - I had rather had eleven die nobly for their country, than one voluptuously surfeit out
Enter a Gentlewoman.
Gent. Madam, the lady Valeria is come to visit you.
Vir. 'Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself.
Vol. Indeed, you shall not.
Methinks, I hear hither your husband's drum;
Vir. His bloody brow! O, Jupiter, no blood!
Re-enter Gentlewoman, with VALERIA and her
Val. My ladies both, good day to you.
Vir. I am glad to see your ladyship.
Val. How do you both? you are manifest housekeepers. What, are you sewing here? A fine spot, in good faith. How does your little son?
Vir. I thank your ladyship; well, good madam. Vol. He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than look upon his school-master.
Val. O' my word, the father's son: I'll swear, 'tis a very pretty boy. O' my troth, I looked upon him o' Wednesday half an hour together: he has such a confirmed countenance. I saw him run after a gilded butterfly; and when he caught it, he let it go again; and after it again; and over and over
he comes, and up again; catched it again or whether his fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth, and tear it; O, I warrant, how he mammocked it!
Vol. One of his father's moods.
Val. Indeed la, 'tis a noble child.
Vir. A crack, madam.
Val. Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have -ou play the idle huswife with me this afternoon. Vir. No, good madam ; I will not out of doors. Val. Not out of doors!
Vol. She shall, she shall.
Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience: I will not over the threshold, till my lord return from the
Val. Fye, you confine yourself most unreasonably; Come, you must go visit the good lady that
Vir. I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her with my prayers; but I cannot go thither.
Vol. Why, I pray you?
Vir. 'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love. Val. You would be another Penelope: yet, they say, all the yarn she spun, in Ulysses' absence, did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would, your cambrick were sensible as your finger, that you might leave pricking it for pity. Come, you shal go with us.
Vir. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth.
Val. In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you excellent news of your husband.
Vir. O, good madam, there can be none yet. Val. Verily, I do not jest with you; there came news from him last night.
Vir. Indeed, madam ?
Val. In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak it. Thus it is: The Volces have an army forth; against whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of our Roman power: your lord, and Titus Lartius, are set down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt prevailing, and to make it brief wars. This is true, on mine honour; and so, I pray, go
Vir. Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in every thing hereafter.
Vol. Let her alone, lady; as she is now, she will but disease our better mirth.
Val. In troth, I think, she would: Fare you well then. -Come, good sweet lady. Pr'ythee, Virgilia, turn thy solemness out o'door, and go along with us.
Vir. No at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. I wish you much mirth.
Val. Well, then farewell.
Mar. I'll buy him of you. Lart. No, I'll nor sell, nor give him: lend you him, I will, For half a hundred years. Summon the town. Mar. How far off lie these armies ? Mess. Within this mile and a half. Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they
Now, Mars, I pr'ythee, make us quick in work; That we with smoking swords may march from hence,
Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr'd
With flight and agued fear! Mend, and charge
Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe,
Another ularum. The Volces and Romans re-enter, and the fight is renewed. The Volces retire into Corioli, and MARCIUS follows them to the gates Now prove gcod
So, now the gates are ope:
'Tis for the followers fortune widens them. Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like. [He enters the gates, vnú is shut inka
A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy.
At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons,
There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
Mess. Above an hour, my lord.
1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome.
2 Rom. And I this.
3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver. [Alarum continues still afar off. Enter MARCIUS and TITUS LARTIUS, with a trumpet. Mar. See here these movers, that do prize their hours,
Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; Thy exercise hath been too violent for
A second course of fight.
Sir, praise me not:
Than dangerous to me: To Aufidius thus
I will appear, and fight.
Thy friend no less Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell. Lart. Thou worthiest Marcius!
Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
SCENE VI. Near the Camp of Cominius.
Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have struck,
That both our powers, with smiling fronts encoun-
Enter a Messenger.
May give you thankful sacrifice! -Thy news?
Come I too late?
More than I know the sound of Marcius tongue
Com. Ay, if you come not
Come I too late?
Flower of warriors,
Mar. As with a man busied about decrees:
Where is that slave. Which told me they had beat you to your trenchies? Where is he? Call him hither.
Let him alone,
But how prevail'd you?