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Enter CAIUS MARCIUS.
Hail, noble Marcius !
[rogues, Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you diflentious That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Make yourselves scabs?
2 Cit. We have ever your good word. Mar. He that will give good words to thee,
will flatter Beneath abhorring. What would ye have, ye curs, That like nor peace, nor war? The one affrights
you, The other makes you proud. He that trufts to you, Where he should find you lions, finds
you Where foxes, geese: you are no furer, 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 greatDeserves your hate; and your affections are (ness, A fick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increale 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,
matter, That in the 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? what's their seeking?
Men. For corn at their own rates, whereof, they The city is well stored.
[fay, Mar. Hang 'em: they say !
They'll fit by the fire, and presume to know What's done i' th’ capitol; who's like to rise ; Who thrives, and who declines : fide factions, and
give out Conjectural marriages; making parties strong, And feebling such as stand not in their liking, Below their cobbled Thoes. They say, there's grain
enough! Would the nobility lay aside their ruth, And let me use my sword, i'd make a quarry With thousands of these quartered slaves, as high As I could pitch my lance.
Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded:
Mar. They are dissolved; hang 'em,
proverbs; That “ hunger broke stone walls,”- that “ dogs
" must eat," That - meat was made for mouths,”--that “ the
gods sent not “ Corn for the rich man only.”—With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being an
swered, And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of generosity,
[caps And make bold power look pale; they threw their 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 wifOf their own choice. One's Junius Brutus, [doms, Sicinius Velutus, and I know not~'s death, The rabble should have first unroofed the city,
Ere fo prevailed with me! it will in time
Men. This is strange.
Enter a Messenger.
to vent Our musty fuperfluity. See, our best elders ! Enter SICINIUS VELUTUS, JUNIUS BRUTUS, coMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, with other Senators.
i Sen. Marcius, 'tis true that you have lately The Volscians are in arms.
[told us, 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 the ears, 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 upon Cominius to these wars.
Com. It is your former promise.
Mar. Sir, it is;
Tit. No, Caius Marcius,
I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with t'other, Ere stay behind this business,
Men. O true bred !
1 Sen. Your company to the capitol ; where I Our greatest friends attend us.
Com. Noble Lartius !
[To the Citizens. Mar. Nay, let them follow;
[ther, The Volscians have much corn: take these rats thiTo gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutineers, Your valour puts well forth: pray follow.
[Exeunt. [Citizen's steal away.
Manent SICINIUS and
Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius?
gods---Sic. Be-mock the modest moon;--- [grown Bru. (4) The present wars devour hiin: he is
(4) The preferit wars devour hin : he is grown
Too proud 19 be fo valiant.) This is very obfcurely expresled but the Poet's meaning mult certainly be this : Marcius is so conscious of, and so clate upon the notion of his own valour, that he is eaten up with pride ; devoured with the apprehensions of that glory which he promises himself from the ensuing war.
A fentiment like this occurs again in tro:ls und Cgila :
Too proud to be so valiant.
Sic. Such a nature,
Bru. Fame, at the which he aims,
Sic. Besides, if things go well,
Bru. Come, Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius, Though Marcius earned them not; and all his faults To Marcius shall be honours, though, indeed, In ought 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.
SCENE changes to Corioli. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Senators of Corioli.
i Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius, That they of Rome are entered in our counsels, And know how we proceed.
He that is proud, eats up himself. Pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle ; and wbatever praites itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.