The way it takes, cracking ten thousand Curbs Thither where more attends you; and you flander 2 Cit. Care for us!True, indeed!They ne'er car'd for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their Storehoutes cramm'd with grain; make Edicts for Ufury, to fupport Ufurers; repeal daily any wholefome 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 Confefs yourselves wond'rous malicious, Or be accus'd of folly. I fhall tell you. A pretty Tale, it may be, you have heard it ; 2 Cit. Well, I'll hear it, Sir-yet you must not think To fob off our difgraces with a Tale. But, an't please you, deliver. Men. There was a time, when all the body's members I' th' midst o' th' body, idle and unactive, 6 Like labour with the reft; where th' other inftruments 2 Cit. Well, Sir, what answer made the belly? Men. Sir, I fhall tell you.-With a kind of fmile, 7 Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus→→ (For, look you, I may make the belly fmile, As well as fpeak) it tauntingly reply'd To th' difcontented Members, th' mutinous Parts, 2 Cit. Your belly's anfwer-what! Men. What then?-Fore me, this fellow fpeaks. What then? what then? 2 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, Who is the fink o' th' bodyMen. Well-what, then? $ Difgraces are hardships, injuries. • Where for whereas. 7. Which, ne'er came from the lungs,] With a mile not indicating pleasure but contempt 3-even so most fitly,) i. e. exactly. WARBURTON. 9 The counsellor heart,-] The heart was anciently eftemed the feat of prudence. Home cordatus is a prudent man. 2 Cit. The former Agents, if they did complain; What could the belly anfwer? Men. I will tell you, If you'll beftow a fmall, of what you have little, Patience, a while; you'll hear the belly's answer. 2 Cit. Y'are long about it. Men. Note me this, good Friend; Not rafh, like his accufers; and thus anfwer'd: I fend it through the rivers of your blood, Even to th' Court, the Heart, to th' feat o' th' brain. And, through the cranks and offices of man, The ftrongest nerves, and fmall inferior veins, From me receive that natural competency, me 2 Cit. Ay, Sir, well, well. Men. 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 flow'r of all, 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. Men. For that, being one o'th' lowest, basest, poorest, But make you ready your ftiff bats and clubs, SCENE III. Enter Caius Marcius Coriolanus. Hail, noble Marcius! Cor. Thanks. What's the matter, you diffentious rogues, That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, 2 Cit. We have ever your good word. Cor. He that will give good words to thee, 'will flatter Beneath abhorring. What would you have, ye Curs, That like not peace, nor war? The one affrights you, The they should not like peace (and the reafon of that, too is aflignedy will be very hard to conceive. Peace, he fays, made them proud, by bringing with it an increase of wealth and power, for those are what make a people proud; but then those are what they like but too well, and fo must needs like peace the parent of them. This being contrary to what the text fays, we may be affured it is corrupt, and that Shakespear wrote, That LIKES NOT peace, non war? i. e. Whom neither peace nor war fits or agrees with, as mak The other makes you proud. He that trufts to you, Or hailstone in the Sun. Your virtue is, A fick man's appetite, who defires moft That With every minute you And call him noble, that was now your hate; 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 lay, The city is well ftor'd. Cor. Hang 'em? they fay. They'll fit by the fire, and prefume to know ing them either proud or coward ly. By this reading, peace and war, from being the accufatives to likes, become the nominatives. But the editors not understand. ing this construction, and feeing ikes a verb fingular, to Gurs a noun plural, which they fuppos'd the nominative to it, would, in order to fhew their skill in grammar, alter it to like; but ikes for pleajes was common with the writers of this time. So Fletcher's Maid's Tragedy; What look likes you beft? WAR. That to like is to please, every one knows, but in that fense it is. as hard to fay why peace thould not like the people, as, in the other fenfe, why the people should not like peace. The truth is, that Coriolanus does not ufe the two fentences confequentially, but first reproaches them with-unfteadiness, then with their other occafional vices, Who |