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Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown; know'st thou me yet?
Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done
Each word, thou't spoke, hath weeded from my heart A root of ancient
my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,
Cor. You bless me, gods !
Auf. Therefore, most absolute Sir, if thou wilt have The leading of thine own revenges, take One half of my commifion, and let down As beit thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st Thy country's strength and weakness, thine own ways;
Whether to knock against the gates of Rome,
[Exeunt. Enter two Servamts. į Ser. Here's a strange alteration.
2 Ser. By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel, and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a false report of him.
i Ser. What an arm he has! he turn'd me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.
2 Ser. Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him. He had, Sir, a kind of face, methoughtI cannot tell how to term it.
1 Ser. He had so: looking, as it were-would I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think.
2 Ser. So did I, I'll be swoin: he is simply the rarest man i' th' world.
1 Ser. I think, he is; but a greater soldier than he, you wot one.
2 Ser. Who, my master ?
1 Ser. Nay, not so neither; but I take him to be the greater soldier.
2 Ser. Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that; for the defence of a town, our General is excellent.
a Ser. Ay, and for an assault too.
Enter a third Servant. 3
Ser. Oh, flaves, I can tell you news ; news, you rascals.
Both. What, what, what' let's partake.
3. Ser. I would not be a Roman, of all nations ; I had as lieve be a condemn'd man.
Both. Wherefore? wherefore?
3 Ser. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our General, Gaius Marcixs.
i Ser. Why do you say, thwack our General?
3 Ser. I do not say, thwack our General; but he was always good enough for him.
2-Ser. Come, we are fellows and friends; he was ever too hard for him, I have heard him say fo himself.
1 Ser. He was too hard for him directly, to say the troth on't: before Corioli, he scocht him and notcht him like a carbonado.
2 Ser. And, had he been cannibally given, he might have broil'd and eaten him too.
i Ser. But, more of thy news;
3 Ser. Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son and heir to Mars : set at upper end o'th' table; no question ask'd him by any of the senators, but they stand bald before him. Our General himself makes a mistress of him, sanctifies himself wich's hands, and turns up the white o'th' eye to his discourse. But the bottom of the news is, our General is cut i'th* middle, and but one half of what he was yesterday. For the other has half, by the intreaty and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says, and fowle the porter of Rome gates by th ears. He will mow down all before him, and leave his passage polld.
2 Ser. And he's as like to do't as 'any man I can imagine.
3 Ser. Do't! he will do't: for look you, Sir, he has as many friends as enemies; which friends, Sir, as it were, durft not (look you, Sir) Thew themselves (as we term it) his friends, whilft he's in directitude.
Ser. Directitude! what's that? 3. Ser. But when they fhall see, Sir, his crest up again, and the inan in blood, they will out of their burroughs (like conies after rain (and revel all with him.
1 Ser. But when goes this forward ?
3 Ser: Tomorrow, to-day, presently, you shall have the drum ftruck up this afternoon: 'tis, as it were, a parcel of their feat, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.
2 Ser. Why, then we shall have a stirring world again : this peace is worth nothing, but to ruft iron, encrease taylors, and breed ballad-makers,
1 Ser. Let me have war, sày l; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's sprightly, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy, mull’d, deaf, sleepy, insensible, a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men.
2 Ser, 'Tis so; and as war in some fort may be faid to be a ravilher, fo it cannot be denied, but
peace is great
maker of cuckolds. I Ser. Ay, and it makes men hate one another.
3 Ser. Reason, because they then less need one another: the wars, for my money. I hope, to fee Romans as cheap as Volscians. They are rising, they are rifing. Both. In, in, in, in.
SCENE, a publick Place in Rome.
Enter Sicinius and Brutus. Sic.(33) W His remedies are taine i'th present peace,
E hear not of him, neither need we fearhim; And quietness o’th' people, which before Were in wild hurry. Here we make his friends Blush, that the world goes well; who rather had,
(33) We bear not of bim, neither need we fear him,
His remeaies are tame; the present peace
Were in wild burry.] As this passage has been hitherto pointed, it labours under two absurdities; firt, that the peace abroad, and the quietness of the populace at home, are calls Marcius's remedies; whereas, in truth, these were the impediments of his revenge: In the next place, the latter branch of the sentence is imperfect and ungrammaticale My regulation prevents both these inconveniencies.