No publick benefit, which you receive, But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you, 2 Cit. I the great toe! why, the great toe? Men. For that, being one o' th' lowest, bafest, pooreft, Of this moft wife Rebellion, thou goeft foremost: But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs, Enter Caius Marcius. Hail, noble Marcius! Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you diffentious rogues, That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, 2 Cit. We have ever your good word. Mar. He, that will give good words to thee, will flatter Beneath abhorring. What would you have, ye Curs, That like nor peace, nor war? The one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trufts to you, (3) The one Side must have Bail.] It must be the vanquifht Side, fure, that could want it; and who were likely to be their Bail? But it is endlefs to queftion with Negligence and Stupidity. The Poet, undoubtedly, wrote, as I have reftor'd; The one Side must have Bale. i. e. Sorrow, Misfortune, muft have the worst of it, be difcomfited. I have reftor'd this Word in fome other Paffages of our Author; where the Editors feem'd not to be aware of any fuch Word in our Language. Or Or hailstone in the Sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whofe offence fubdues him, And curfe that juftice, did it. Who deferves Great nefs, Deferves your Hate; and your affections are With every minute you do change a mind, What's the matter, You cry against the noble Senate, who (Under the Gods) keep you in awe, which elfe Would feed on one another? what's their Seeking? Men. For corn at their own rates, whereof, they fay, The City is well stor'd. Mar. Hang 'em: they fay! They'll fit by th' fire, and prefume to know What's done i'th' Capitol; who's like to rise; out Conjectural marriages; making parties ftrong, And feeble fuch, as ftand not in their Liking, Would the Nobility lay afide their ruth, As I could pitch my lance. Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly perfuaded : For though abundantly they lack difcretion, Yet are they paffing cowardly. But, I beseech you, What fays the other troop? Mar. They are diffolv'd; hang 'em, They said they were an hungry, figh'd forth Proverbs; That hunger broke ftone walls that dogs muft eat,- That That meat was made for mouths -that the Gods Sent not Corn for the rich men only -With these shreds They vented their complainings: which being answer'd, And a Petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of Generofity, And make bold Power look pale; they threw their Men. What is granted them? caps Mar. Five Tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms, Of their own choice. One's Junius Brutus, Sicinius Velutus, and I know not s'death, Win upon Power, and throw forth greater themes Men. This is ftrange. Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments! Enter a Meffenger. Mef. Where's Caius Marcius? Mar. Here-what's the matter? Mef. The news is, Sir, the Volfcians are in arms. Mar. I'm glad on't, then we shall have means to vent Our mufty superfluity. See, our best Elders! Enter Sicinius Velutus, Junius Brutus, Cominius, Titus Lartius, with other Senators. 1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told us, The Volfcians are in arms. Mar. They have a Leader, Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't. I fin in envying his Nobility: And were any thing but what I am, I'd with me only he. Com. You have fought together? Mar. Were half to half the world by th' ears, and he Upon my Party, I'd revolt, to make Only Only my wars with him. He is a lion, I Sen. Then, worthy Marcius, Mar. Sir, it is; And I am conftant: Titus Lartius, thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face. Tit. No, Caius Marcius, I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with t'other; Men. O true-bred! 1 Sen. Your company to th' Capitol; where, I know, Our greatest Friends attend us. Tit. Lead you on; Follow, Cominius; we must follow you; Right worthy you Priority. Com. Noble Lartius! 1 Sen. Hence to your homes Mar. Nay, let them follow; -be gone. [To the Citizens. The Volfcians have much Corn: take these rats thither, [Exeunt. [Citizens feal away. Manent Sicinius and Brutus. Sic. Was ever man fo proud, as is this Marcius? Bro. He has no equal. Sic. When we were chofen Tribunes for the People-Bru. Mark'd you his lip and eyes? Sic. Nay, but his taunts. Bru. Being mov'd, he will not fpare to gird the Gods Sic. Be-mock the modeft Moon, Bru. The prefent Wars devour him; he is grown Too proud, to be fo valiant. Sic. Such a nature, Tickled with good fuccefs, difdains the shadow His infolence can brook to be commanded Bru. Fame, at the which he aims, Sic, Befides, if things go well, Opinion, that fo fticks on Marcius, shall Bru. Come, Half all Cominius' Honours are to Marcius, Sic. Let's hence, and hear How the dispatch is made; and in what fashion, Upon this present action. Bru. Let's along. SCENE changes to Corioli. [Exeunt. Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Senators of Corioli. 1 Sen. ST That they of Rome are entred in our Counfels, And know how we proceed. Auf. Is it not yours? What ever hath been thought on in this State, Since I heard thence. thefe are the words - I think, I have the letter here; yes - here it is ; 66 They have preft a Power, but it is not known [Reading. "Whether for Eaft or Weft; the Dearth is great, The |