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Because I am the store-house, and the shop
Though all at once cannot
See what 1 do deliver out to each;
Yet I can make my audit up, that all
But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you,
1 Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe?
But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs;
Enter CAIUS MARCIUS.
Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, [rogues, Make yourselves scabs?
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,
Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is,
To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him,
A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye?
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.
Hang 'em! They say?
They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know
And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry
Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded;
They are dissolv'd: Hang 'em! They said, they were an hungry; sigh'd forth proverbs;That, hunger broke stone walls; that, dogs must eat;
That, meat was made for mouths; that, the gods sent not
(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?
Win upon power, and throw forth greater theines
This is strange.
Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments!
Enter a Messenger.
Here: What's the matter?
Mess. Where's Caius Marcius?
Mess. The news is, sir, the Volces are in arins. Mur. I am glad on't; then we shall have means to vent Our musly 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.
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 him: he is a lion
That I am proud to hunt.
Then, worthy Marcius,
Attend upon Cominius to these wars.
Sir, it is;
And I am constant.-Titus Lartius, thou
No, Caius Marcius;
I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with the other,
O, true bred!
1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where, I know, Our greatest friends attend us.
Lead you on:
Follow, Cominius; we must follow you;
1 Sen. Hence! To your homes, be gone.
[To the Citizens. Mar. Nay, let them follow : The Volces have much corn; take these rats thither, To gnaw their garners:-Worshipful mutineers, Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.
[Exeunt Senators, Cominius, Marcius, Titus,
Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius?
Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the people,-
Nay, but his taunts.
Bru. Being mov'd, he will not spare to gird the gods. Sic. Be-mock the modest moon.
Bru. The present wars devour him: he is grown Too proud to be so valiant.
Such a nature,
Fame, at the which he aims,
In whom already he is well grac'd, cannot
Besides, if things go well,
Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall
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
Upon his present action.
SCENE 11. 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. Is it not yours? What ever hath been thought on in this state, That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome Had circumvention? "Tis not four days gone, Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think, I have the letter here; yes, here it is: [Reads. They have press'd a power, but it is not known Whether for east, or west: The dearth is great; The people mutinous: and it is rumour'd, Cominios Marcius, your old enemy (Who is of Rome worse hated than of you), And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman, These three lead on this preparation