Rome. A street.
Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, clubs, and other weapons.

First Cit.
Before we proceed any further,
hear me speak.

Speak, speak.

First Cit.
You are all resolved rather to
die than to famish?

Resolved, resolved.

First Cit.
First, you know Caius Marcius
is chief enemy to the people.

We know't, we know't. (10)

First Cit.
Let us kill him, and we'll have
corn at our own price. Is't a verdict?

No more talking on't; let it be done:
away, away!

Sec. Cit.
One word, good citizens.

First Cit.
We are accounted poor citizens,
the patricians good. What authority surfeits on
would relieve us: if they would yield us but
the superfluity, while it were wholesome, we
might guess they relieved us humanely; but
they think we are too dear: the leanness that
afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an
inventory to particularize their abundance;
our sufferance is a gain to them. Let us revenge
this with our pikes, ere we become
rakes: for the gods know I speak this in hunger
for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

Sec. Cit.
Would you proceed especially
against Caius Marcius?

Against him first: he's a very dog to
the commonalty.

Sec. Cit.
Consider you what services he
has done for his country?

First Cit.
Very well; and could be content
to give him good report for 't, but that he
pays himself with being proud.

Sec. Cit.
Nay, but speak not maliciously.

First Cit.
I say unto you, what he hath
done famously, he did it to that end: though
soft-conscienced 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.

Sec. Cit.
What he cannot help in his nature,
you account a vice in him. You must in
no way say he is covetous.

First Cit.
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 o' the
city is risen: why stay we prating here? to
the Capitol! (50)

Come, come.

First Cit.
Soft! who comes here? Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA.

Sec Cit.
Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one
that hath always loved the people.

First Cit.
He's one honest enough: would
all the rest were so!

What work's, my countrymen, in hand? where go you

With bats and clubs? The matter? speak, I pray you.

First Cit.
Our business is not unknown to
the senate; they have had inkling this fortnight
what we intend 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.

Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbors,

Will you undo yourselves?

First Cit.
We cannot, sir, we are undone already.

I tell you, friends, most charitable care

Have the patricians of you. For your wants,

Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well (70)

Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them

Against the Roman state, whose course will on

The way it takes, crackling ten thousand curbs

Of more strong link asunder than can ever

Appear in your impediment. For the dearth,

The gods, not the patricians, make it, and

Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack,

You are transported by calamity

Thither where more attends you, and you slander

The helms o' the state, who care for you like fathers, (80)

When you curse them as enemies.

First Cit.
Care for us! True, indeed! They
ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish,
and their store-houses 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. (90)

Either you must

Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,

Or be accused of folly. I shall tell you

A pretty tale: it may be you have heard it;

But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture

To stale't a little more.

First Cit.
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.

There was a time when all the body's members (100)

Rebell'd against the belly, thus accused it:

That only like a gulf it did remain

I' the midst o' the body, idle and unactive,

Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing

Like labour with the rest, where 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 answer'd—

First Cit.
Well, sir, what answer made the belly ? (111)

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.

First Cit.
Your belly's answer? What?

The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye, (120)

The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,

Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter,

With other muniments and petty helps

In this our fabric, if that they—

What then?

'Fore me, this fellow speaks! What then? what then?

First Cit.
Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd,

Who is the sink o' the body,—

Well, what then?

First Cit.
The former agents, if they did complain,

What could the belly answer?

I will tell you; (129)

If you'll bestow a small—of what you have little—

Patience awhile, you'll hear the belly's answer.

First Cit.
Ye're long about it.

Note me this, good friend;

Your most grave belly was deliberate,

Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd:

'True is it, my incorporate friends,' quoth he,

'That I receive the general food at first,

Which you do live upon; and fit it is,

Because I am the store-house and the shop

Of the whole body: but, if you do remember,

I send it through the rivers of your blood, (140)

Even to the court, the heart, to the seat o' the brain;

And, through the cranks and offices of man,

The strongest nerves and small inferior veins

From me receive that natural competency

Whereby they live: and though that all at once,

You, my good friends,'—this says the belly, mark me,—

First Cit.
Ay, sir; well, well.

'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 flour of all, (150)

And leave me but the bran.' What say you to 't?

First Cit.
It was an answer: how apply you this ?

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 public 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? (160)

First Cit.
I the great toe! why the great toe?

For that, being one o' the lowest, basest, poorest,

Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st 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. Enter CAIUS MARCIUS.

Hail, noble Marcius.

Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues,

That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,

Make yourselves scabs?

First Cit.
We have ever your good word. (171)

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 to you,

Where he should find you lions, finds you 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 (180)

And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness

Deserves your hate; and your 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 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 these several places of the city (190)

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 ?

For corn at their own rates; whereof they say,

The city is well stored.

Hang 'em! They say!

They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know

What's done i' the Capitol; who's like to rise,

Who thrives and who declines; side factions and give out

Conjectural marriages; making parties strong

And feebling such as stand not in their liking (200)

Below their cobbled shoes. They say there's grain enough!

Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,

And let me use my sword, I'ld make a quarry

With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high

As I could pick my lance.

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?

They are dissolved: hang 'em!

They said they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth proverbs, (210)

That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must 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' the moon,

Shouting their emulation.

What is granted them?

Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms,

Of their own choice: one's Junius Brutus,

Sicinius Velutus, and I know not—'Sdeath!

The rabble should have first unroof'd the city,

Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time

Win upon power and throw forth greater themes

For insurrection's arguing.

This is strange.

Go, get you home, you fragments! Enter a Messenger, hastily.

Where's Caius Marcius?

Here: what's the matter?

The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.

I am glad on't: then we shall ha' means to vent

Our musty superfluity. See, our best elders. Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators; JUNIUS BRUTUS and SICINIUS VELUTUS.

First Sen.
Marcius, 'tis true that you have lately told us;

The Volsces are in arms.

They have a leader,

Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't.

I sin in envying his nobility,

And were I any thing but what I am,

I would wish me only he.

You have fought together.

Were half to half the world by the ears and he

Upon my party, I'ld revolt, to make

Only my wars with him: he is a lion

That I am proud to hunt.

First Sen.
Then, worthy Marcius, (241)

Attend upon Cominius to these wars.

It is your former promise.

Sir, it is;

And I am constant. Titus Lartius, thou

Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face.

What, art thou stiff? stand'st out?

No, Caius Marcius;

I'll lean upon one crutch and fight with t'other,

Ere stay behind this business.

O, true-bred!

First Sen.
Your company to the Capitol; where, I know,

Our greatest friends attend us.

To Com.
Lead you on. To Mar.

Follow Cominius; we must follow you;

Right worthy you priority.

Noble Marcius!

First Sen.
To the Citizens
Hence to your homes; be gone!

Nay, let them follow:

The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither

To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutiners,

Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow. Citizens steal away. Exeunt all but Sicinius and Brutus.

Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius?

He has no equal.

When we were chosen tribunes for the people,—

Mark'd you his lip and eyes?

Nay, but his taunts. (260)

Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods—

Be-mock the modest moon.

The present wars devour him: he is grown

Too proud to be so valiant.

Such a nature,

Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow

Which he treads on at noon: but I do wonder

His insolence can brook to be commanded

Under Cominius.

Fame, at the which he aims,

In whom already he's well graced, can not (269)

Better be held nor more attain'd than by

A place below the first: for what miscarries

Shall be the general's fault, though he perform

To the utmost of a man, and giddy censure

Will then cry out of Marcius 'O, if he

Had borne the business!'

Besides, if things go well,

Opinion that so sticks on Marcius shall

Of his demerits rob Cominius.


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.

Let's hence, and hear

How the dispatch is made, and in what fashion,

More than his singularity, he goes

Upon this present action.

Let's along. Exeunt.

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