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No publick benefit, which you receive,
But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you,
And no way from your felves. What do you think?
You, the great toe of this Affembly!

2 Cit. I the great toe! wly, the great toe?
Men. For that, being one o' th lowest, baseft,

poorest, Of this most wise Rebellion, thou goeft foremost : Thou rascal, that art worft in blood to run, Lead'ft firit, to win some vantage. But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs, Rome and her rats are at the point of battle: (3) The one side must have bale.

Enter Caius Marcius, Hail, noble Marcius! Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious

rogues, That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Make your selves scabs ?

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 trusts to you, Where he should find


hares : Where foxes, geese: You are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,

you lions, finds

(3) The one Side must have Bail.] It must be the vanquifht Side, sure, that could want it; and who were likely to be their Bail? But it is endless to question with Negligence and Stupidity. The Poet, undoubtedly, wrote, as I have reftord;

The one Side mujt have Bale. i. e. Sorrow, Misfortune, must have the worst of it, be discomfited. I have restor'd this Word in some other Passages of our Author ; where the Editors seem'd not to be aware of any such Word in our Language.


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-

Deserves your Hate; and your affections are
A fick man's appetite, who desires most That
Which would encrease his evil. He, that depends
Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead,
And hews down oaks with 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 matter,
That in the several places of the City
You cry again it 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

fay, The City is well stor'd.

Mar. Hang 'em : they say ! They'll fit by th' fire, and presume to know What's done i'th' Capitol ; who's like to rise ; Who thrives, and who declines: side factions, and give

Conjectural marriages ; making parties strong,
And feeble such, as stand not in their Liking,
Below their cobled shooes. They say, there's Grain

Would the Nobility lay aside their ruth,
And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry
With thousands of these quarter'd Slaves, as high
As I could pitch my lance.

Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded :
For though abundantly they lack discretion,
Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you,
What says the other troop?

Mar. They are diffolv'd; hang 'em, They said they were an hungry, figh'd forth Proverbs ; That hunger broke stone walls that dogs muß eat,


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 Generosity, And make bold Power look pale; they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o'th' Moon, Shouting their emulation,

Men. What is granted them?

Mar. Five Tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms,
Of their own choice. One's Junius Brutus,
Sicinius Velutus, and I know not s'death,
The rabble hould have first unroof'd the City,
Ere fo prevail'd with me! it will in time
Win upon Power, and throw forth greater themes
For Insurrection's arguing.

Men. This is strange.
Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments !

Enter a Mesenger.
Mej. Where's Caius Marcius ?
Mar. Here-what's the matter?
Mes. The news is, Sir, the Volscians 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, i Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told

The Volscians are in arms,

Mar. They have a Leader,
Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't.
I fin in envying his Nobility:
And were I 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 my wars with him. He is a lion,
That I am proud to hunt.

i Sen. Then, worthy Marcius, Attend


Cominius to these wars.
Com. It is your former promise.

Mar, Sir, it is ;
And I am constant : Titus Lartius, thou
Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face.
What, art thou stiff ? stand'ft out?

Tit. No, Caius Marcius,
I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with t'other;
Ere stay behind this business.

Men. O true-bred !

i 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!
i Sen. Hence to your homes-

(To the Citizens.
Mar. Nay, let them follow ;
The Volscians have much Corn: take these rats thither,
To gnaw their garners. Worshipful Mutineers,
Your valour puts well forth ; pray, follow.

[Exeunt. [Citizens steal away. Manent Sicinius and Brutus. sic. Was ever man so proud, as is this Marcius?, Bro. 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

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
Which he creads on at noon ; but I do wonder,

be gone.

His insolence can brook to be commanded
Under Cominius.

Bru. Fame, at the which he aims,
In whom already he is well grac’d, cannot
Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by
A Place below the first ; for what miscarries
Shall be the General's fault, tho' he perform
To the utmost of a man ; and giddy censure
Will then cry out of Marcius: oh, if he
Had borne the business

Sic. Besides, if things go well,
Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall
Of his demerits rob Cominius.

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. Let's hence, and hear
How the dispatch is made ; and in what fashion,
More than his fingularity, he goes
Upon this present action.
Bru. Let's along.

SCEN E changes to Corioli.
Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Senators of Corioli.

O, your opinion is, Aufidius,
That they of Rome are entred in our Coun-

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 ; They have prest a Power, but it is not known

[Reading " Whether for Eaft or Weft ; the Dearth is great,

i Sen. :

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