To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves great ness, Deserves your hate: and your affections are With every minute you do change a mind; matter, That in these several places of the city What's the 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? Conjectural marriages; making parties strong, Would the nobility lay aside their ruth ®, And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry? 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, Pity, compassion. 9 Heap of dead. 1 Pitch. 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, 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 an swer'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 2. Men. What is granted them? Mar. Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wis doms, Of their own choice: One's Junius Brutus, Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes Men. 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. to vent • Faction. Our musty superfluity : See our best elders. Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators; JUNIUS BRUTUS, and SICINIUS VELUTus. 1 Sen. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told us; The Volces are in arms. They have a leader, Mar. I sin in envying his nobility: And were I any thing but what I am, Com. You have fought together. Mar. Were half to half the world by the ears, and he Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make 1 Sen. Attend upon Cominius to these wars. Mar. Then, worthy Marcius, Sir, it is; Titus Lartius, thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face: What, art thou stiff? stand'st out? Tit. No, Caius Marcius, I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other, Ere stay behind this business. Men. O, true bred! 1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol where I know, Our greatest friends attend us. Tit. Lead you on: Noble Lartius! Com. [To the Citizens. Mar Nay, let them follow: The Volces have much corn; take these rats thither, To gnaw their garners 3:- Worshipful mutineers, Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow. [Exeunt Senators, Coм. MAR. TIT. and MENEN. Citizens steal away. Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? Bru. He has no equal. Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the people, Bru. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes? Sic. Nay, but his taunts. Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird✦ the gods. Sic. Bemock the modest moon. Bru. The present wars devour him: he is Too proud to be so valiant. Sic. Such a nature, grown Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow Under Cominius. Bru. Fame, at the which he aims, cannot In whom already he is well grac'd, - Sic. Bru. Come: Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius, 3 Granaries. 4 Sneer. 5 Demerits and merits had anciently the same meaning. Though Marcius earn'd them not; and all his faults To Marcius shall be honours, though, indeed, In aught he merit not. Sic. Let's hence, and hear How the despatch is made; and in what fashion, More than in singularity, he goes Upon his present action. Bru. Let's along. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Corioli. The Senate-House. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, and certain Senators. 1 Sen. So, your opinion is, Aufidius, That they of Rome are enter'd in our counsels, And know how we proceed. Auf. (Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,) 1 Sen. Our army's in the field: We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready Auf. Nor did you think it folly, |