Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown; know'st thou me yet? Auf. I know thee not; thy name? Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done Have all forfook me, hath devour'd the reft; Stand I before thee here: then if thou haft As benefits to thee. For I will fight Against my canker'd country, with the spleen Of all the under fiends. But if fo be Thou dar'ft not this, and that to prove more fortunes Auf. Oh, Marcius, Marcius, Each Each word, thou'ft fpoke, hath weeded from my heart Should from yon cloud fpeak to me things divine, Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, Like a bold flood o'er-bear. O come, go in, Cor. You blefs me, gods! Auf. Therefore, moft abfolute Sir, if thou wilt have The leading of thine own revenges, take One half of my commiffion, and fet down As bell thou art experienc'd, fince thou know'st Thy country's ftrength and weakness, thine own ways; Whether Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, To fright them, ere destroy. But come, come in Let me commend thee firft to thofe, that shall welcome! Enter two Servamts. 1 Ser. Here's a ftrange alteration. -Your hand; most [Exeunt 2 Ser. By my hand, I had thought to have ftrucken him with a cudgel, and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a falfe report of him. 1 Ser. What an arm he has! he turn'd me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would fet up a top. 2 Ser. Nay, I knew by his face that there was fomething in him. He had, Sir, a kind of face, methoughtI cannot tell how to term it.' 1 Ser. He had fo: looking, as it were would I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think. 2 Ser. So did I, I'll be fworn: he is fimply the rareft man i' th' world. 1 Ser. I think, he is; but a greater foldier than he, you wot one. 2 Ser. Who, my master? 1 Ser. Nay, it's no matter for that. 2 Ser. Worth fix on him. 1 Ser. Nay, not fo neither; but I take him to be the greater foldier. 2 Ser. Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that; for the defence of a town, our General is excellent. 1 Ser. Ay, and for an affault too. 3 Enter a third Servant. Ser. Oh, flaves, I can tell you news; news, you rafcals. Both. What, what, what? let's partake. 3 Ser. I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as lieve be a condemn'd man. Both. Wherefore? wherefore? 3 Ser. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our General, Caius Marcius. 1 Ser. Why do you fay, thwack our General? 3 Ser. I do not say, thwack our General; but he was always good enough for him. 2 Ser. Come, we are fellows and friends; he was ever too hard for him, I have heard him say so himself. 1 Ser. He was too hard for him directly, to fay the troth on't: before Corioli, he fcocht him and notcht him like a carbonado. 2 Ser. And, had he been cannibally given, he might have broil'd and eaten him too. 1 Ser. But, more of thy news; 3 Ser. Why, he is fo made on here within, as if he were fon and heir to Mars: fet at upper end o' th' table; no question afk'd him by any of the fenators, but they ftand bald before him. Our General himself makes a mistress of him, fan&tifies himself with's hands, and turns up the white o' th' eye to his difcourfe. But the bottom of the news is, our General is cut i' th middle, and but one half of what he was yesterday. For the other has half, by the intreaty and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he fays, and fowle the porter of Rome gates by th' ears. He will mow down all before him, and leave his paffage poll'd. 2 Ser. And he's as like to do't as any man I can imagine. Ser. Do't! he will do't: for look you, Sir, he has as many friends as enemies; which friends, Sir, as it were, durft not (look you, Sir) fhew themselves (as we term it) his friends, whilft he's in directitude. 1 Ser. Directitude! what's that? 3 Ser. But when they fhall fee, Sir, his creft up again, and the man in blood, they will out of their burroughs (like conies after rain (and revel all with him. 1 Ser. But when goes this forward ? VOL. VI. U 3 Ser. 3 Ser. To-morrow, to-day, prefently, you shall have the drum ftruck up this afternoon: 'tis, as it were, a parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips. 2 Ser. Why, then we fhall have a ftirring world again this peace is worth nothing, but to ruft iron, encrease taylors, and breed ballad-makers, 1 Ser. Let me have war, fay I; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's fprightly, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy, mull'd, deaf, fleepy, infenfible, a getter of more baftard children than war's a destroyer of men. 2 Ser, 'Tis fo; and as war in fome fort may be said to be a ravisher, fo it cannot be denied, but peace is a great maker of cuckolds. 1 Ser. Ay, and it makes men hate one another. 3 Ser. Reafon, because they then lefs need one another: the wars, for my money. I hope, to fee Romans as cheap as Volfcians. They are rifing, they are rifing. Both. In, in, in, in. [Exeunt. SCENE, a publick Place in Rome. Enter Sicinius and Brutus. Sic. (33) W His remedies are tame i' th' prefent peace, Ehear not of him, neither need we fear him; And quietnefs o' th' people, which before (33) We bear not of bim, neither need we fear him, His remedies are tame: the prefent peace And quietnefs o' th' people, which before Were in wild burry.] As this paffage has been hitherto pointed, it labours under two abfurdities; firft, that the peace abroad, and the quietnefs of the populace at home, are call'd Marcius's remedies; whereas, in truth, thefe were the impediments of his revenge: In the next place, the latter branch of the sentence is imperfect and ungrammatical. My regulation prevents both thefe inconveniencies. Though |