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we become rakes :for the gods know, I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.
2 Citizen. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius?
Citizens. Against him, first; he's a very dog to the commonalty.
2 Citizen. Consider you what services he has done for his country?
1 Citizen. Very well; and could be content to give him good report for’t, but that he pays himself with being proud.
2 Citizen. Nay, but speak not maliciously.
1 Citizen. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did it to that end: though soft conscienc'd men can be content to say it was for his country, he did it to please his mother, and to be partly proud; which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue.
2 Citizen. What he cannot help in his nature, you account a vice in him: You must in no way say, he is covetous.
1 Citizen. If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. [Shouts within.] What shouts are these? The other side oʻthe city is risen: Why stay we prating here? to the Capitol.
Citizens. Come, come.
Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA. 2 Citizen. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved the people.
i Citizen. He's one honest enough; 'Would all the rest were so! Menenius. What work’s, my countrymen, in hand!
Where go you, With bats and clubs? The matter speak, I pray you.
] Citizen. Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have had inkling, this fortnight, what we intend
2 Thin as rakes.
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. Menenius. Why, masters, my good friends, mine
honest neighbours, Will you undo yourselves?
1 Citizen. We cannot, sir, we are undone already.
Menenius. I tell you, friends, most charitable care
way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs
slander The helms o' the state, who care for you
like fathers, When you curse them as enemies.
1 Citizen. Care for us!—True, indeed !—They ne'er cared for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their storehouses 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.
Menenius. Either you must
1 Citizen. 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.
Menenius. There was a time, when all the body's
members Rebell’d against the belly; thus accus'd it:That only like a gulf it did remain I’ the midst o' the body, idle and inactive, Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing Like labour with the rest; where 4 the other instruments Did see, and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, And mutually participate, did minister Unto the appetite and affection common Of the whole body. The belly answered,
1 Citizen. Well, sir, what answer made the belly?
Menenius. Sir, I shall tell you.— With a kind of smile, Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus, (For, look you, I may make the belly smile, As well as speak,) it tauntingly replied To the discontented members, the mutinous parts, That envied his receipt; even so most fitly: As you malign our senators, for that They are not such as you. 1 Citizen.
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, With other muniments, and petty helps, In this our fabrick, if that theyMenenius.
What then ?-'Fore me, this fellow speaks !—What then? What then?
1 Citizen. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain’d, Who is the sink o' the body, Menenius.
Well, what then? 1 Citizen. The former agents, if they did complain, What could the belly answer? Menenius.
I will tell you; If you'll bestow a small (of what you have little) Patience, a while, you'll hear the belly's answer.
1 Citizen. You are long about it. Menenius.
Note me this, good friend; 4 Whereas.
Your most grave belly, was deliberate,
1 Citizen. Ay, sir; well, well?
Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each; Yet I
audit that all From me do back-receive the flour of all, And leave me but the bran. What say you to't? 1 Citizen. It was an answer: How apply you
this? Menenius. 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 Citizen. I the great toe? Why, the great toe? Menenius. For that being one o' the lowest, basest,
poorest, Of this most wise rebellion, thou goʻst foremost: Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run, Lead'st first to win some vantage.But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs; Rome and her rats are at the point of battle, The one side must have bale. Hail, noble Marcius.
Enter CAIUS MARCIUS. Marcius. Thanks.- What's the matter, you dissen
tious rogues 1 Citizen.
We have ever your good word. Marcius. He that will give good words to thee, will
flatter Beneath abhorring.– What would you have, you curs, 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
hares; Where foxes, geese: You are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is, To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness, Deserves your hate: and
affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase 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
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 these several places of the city You cry against the noble senate, who, Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else Would feed on one another k–What's their seeking?
Menenius. For com, at their own rates; whereof they
The city is well stor'd.
Hang 'em! They say?