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Appear in your impediment: For the dearth,
slander The helms o'the state, who care for you like fathers, When
you curse them as enemies. i Cit. 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
If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us. Men. Either
i 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. Men. There was a time, where all the body's mein
Like labour with the rest; where the other instru
1 Cit. Well, sir, what answer made the belly?
Men. 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 part That envied his receipt; even so most fitly As you malign our senators, for that They are not such as you. i Cit.
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 theyMen.
What then? 'Fore me, this fellow speaks !-what then? what
then? i Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, Who is the sink o' the body, Men.
Well, what then? i Cit. The former agents, if they did complain, What could the belly answer?
I will tell you;
If you'll bestow a small (of what you have little,)
i Cit. You are long about it.
Note me this, good friend;
and fit it is;
Though all at once cannot
i Cit. It was an answer: How apply you this ?
Men. The senators of Rome are this good belly,
No publick benefit which you receive,
i Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe?
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 bail”.--Hail, noble Marcius!
Enter CAIUS MARCIUS.
Mur. Thanks.- What's the matter, you dissentious
rogues, That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Make yourselves scabs ? i 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
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
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 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
say, The city is well stor d. Mar.
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, Below their cobbled shoes. They say, there's grain
enough? Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,