credit up, thaver of allou to't?

And, through the cranks and offices of man,
The strongest nerves, and small interior 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,

į 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 flower of all, And leave me but the bran. What say you to't?

1 Cit. It was an answer: How apply you this?

Men. 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?

i Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe? Men. 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. --Hail, noble Marcius!

Enter Caius Marcius. Mar. Thanks.What's the matter, you dissen

tious rogues,

the cranks and offices of man,] Cranks are windings.. ? The one side must have bale.] Bale is an old Saxon word, for misery or calamity.

That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, . Make yourselves scabs? 1 Cit.

We have ever your good word. Mar. 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 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, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves great

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

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 mat-

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?-What's their seek-

- ing?

- Your virtue is,
To make him worthy, whose offence subdụes him,

And ourse that justice did it.] i. e. Your virtue is to speak well of him whom his own offences have subjected to justice; and to rail at those laws by which he whom you praise was punished.

Men. For corn at their own rates; whereof, they

say, The city is well stor'd.

Mar. . . Hang 'em! They say ? , They'll sit by the fire, and presumë to know What's done i'the Capitol : who's like to rise, · Who thrives, and who declines: side factions, and

Who thrive give out

making partheir liking,

Conjectural marriages; making parties strong,
And feebling such as stand not in their liking,
Below their cobbled shoes. They say, there's

Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,
And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarrys
With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high -
As I could pick my lance.

Men. 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? Mar.

They are dissolved: Hang 'em!, They said, they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth pro

verbs;. . That, hunger broke stone walls; that, dog's 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 an

swer'd, And a petition granted them, a strange one,

their ruth,] i. e. thcir pity, compassion. Fairfax and Spenser often use the word. Hence the adjective-ruthless, which is still current. S I 'd make a quarry--] Mr. Steevens asserts, that quarry means game pursued or killed, and supports that opinion by a passage in Massinger's Guardian: and from thénce, perhaps, the word was used to express a heap of slaughtered persons.

6 cm pick my lance.] i, e. pitch it.

(to break the heart of generosity,? Ànd make bold power look pale,) they threw their

caps As they would hang them on the horns o’the moon, Shouting their emulation. Men.

: What is granted them? Mar. Five tribunes, to defend their vulgar wis

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.
Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments!

Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Where's Caius Marcius ?
Mar. . Here: What's the matter?
Mess. The news is, sir, the Volces are in arms.
Mar. I am glad on't; then we shall have means to

Our musty superfluity:-See, our best elders.

Enter COMINIUS, Titus LARTIUS, and other Senators; JUNIUS BRUTUS, and SICINIUS VELUTUS. i Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately

told us;

i n the heart of generosity,] To give the final blow to the nobles. Generosity is high birth.

8 Shouting their emulation.] Emulation, in the present instance, perhaps, signifies faction. Shouting their emulation, may mean, expressing the triumph of their faction by shouts. Emulation, in our author, is sometimes used in an unfavourable sense, and not to imply an honest contest for superior excellence. ġ For insurrection's arguing.) For insurgents to debate upon. VOL. VII.


The Volces are in arıns.

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.
Mar. Were half to half the world by the ears,

and he Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make Only my wars with hiin: he is a lion

That I am proud to hunt. - 1 Sen.

Then, worthy Marcius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars.

Com. 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 the other,
Ere stay behind this business.

O, true bred!
I Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where, I

know, i
Our greatest friends attend us.

Lead you on:
Follow, Cominius; we must follow you;.
Right worthy you priority.? . .

Noble Lartius!
1Sen. Hence! To your homes, be gone.

[To the Citizens. "Mar.

Nay, let them follow: The Volces have much corn; take these rats thither,

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· Right worthy you priority.) You being right worthy of precedence.

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