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Menen. Either you must Confesse your selues wondrous Malicious, Or be accus'd of Folly. I shall tell you A pretty Tale, it may be you haue heard it, But since it serues my purpose, I will venture To scale't a little more
2 Citizen. Well, Ile heare it Sir: yet you must not thinke To fobbe off our disgrace with a tale: But and't please you deliuer
Men. There was a time, when all the bodies members Rebell'd against the Belly; thus accus'd it: That onely like a Gulfe it did remaine I'th midd'st a th' body, idle and vnactiue, Still cubbording the Viand, neuer bearing Like labour with the rest, where th' other Instruments Did see, and heare, deuise, instruct, walke, feele, And mutually partic.i.p.ate, did minister Vnto the appet.i.te; and affection common Of the whole body, the Belly answer'd
2.Cit. Well sir, what answer made the Belly
Men. Sir, I shall tell you with a kinde of Smile, Which ne're came from the Lungs, but euen thus: For looke you I may make the belly Smile, As well as speake, it taintingly replyed To'th' discontented Members, the mutinous parts That enuied his receite: euen so most fitly, As you maligne our Senators, for that They are not such as you
2.Cit. Your Bellies answer: What The Kingly crown'd head, the vigilant eye, The Counsailor Heart, the Arme our Souldier, Our Steed the Legge, the Tongue our Trumpeter, With other Muniments and petty helpes In this our Fabricke, if that they- Men. What then? Fore me, this Fellow speakes.
What then? What then?
2.Cit. Should by the Cormorant belly be restrain'd, Who is the sinke a th' body
Men. Well, what then?
2.Cit. The former Agents, if they did complaine, What could the Belly answer?
Men. I will tell you, If you'l bestow a small (of what you haue little) Patience awhile; you'st heare the Bellies answer
2.Cit. Y'are long about it
Men. Note me this good Friend; Your most graue Belly was deliberate, Not rash like his Accusers, and thus answered.
True is it my Incorporate Friends (quoth he) That I receiue the generall Food at first Which you do liue vpon: and fit it is, Because I am the Store-house, and the Shop Of the whole Body. But, if you do remember, I send it through the Riuers of your blood Euen to the Court, the Heart, to th' seate o'th' Braine, And through the Crankes and Offices of man, The strongest Nerues, and small inferiour Veines From me receiue that naturall competencie Whereby they liue. And though that all at once (You my good Friends, this sayes the Belly) marke me
2.Cit. I sir, well, well
Men. Though all at once, cannot See what I do deliuer out to each, Yet I can make my Awdit vp, that all From me do backe receiue the Flowre of all, And leaue me but the Bran. What say you too't?
2.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 Counsailes, and their Cares; disgest things rightly, Touching the Weale a'th Common, you shall finde No publique benefit which you receiue But it proceeds, or comes from them to you, And no way from your selues. What do you thinke?
You, the great Toe of this a.s.sembly?
2.Cit. I the great Toe? Why the great Toe?
Men. For that being one o'th lowest, basest, poorest Of this most wise Rebellion, thou goest formost: Thou Rascall, that art worst in blood to run, Lead'st first to win some vantage.
But make you ready your stiffe bats and clubs, Rome, and her Rats, are at the point of battell, The one side must haue baile.
Enter Caius Martius.
Hayle, n.o.ble Martius
Mar. Thanks. What's the matter you dissentious rogues That rubbing the poore Itch of your Opinion, Make your selues Scabs
2.Cit. We haue euer your good word
Mar. He that will giue good words to thee, wil flatter Beneath abhorring. What would you haue, you Curres, That like nor Peace, nor Warre? The one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you, Where he should finde you Lyons, findes you Hares: Where Foxes, Geese you are: No surer, no, Then is the coale of fire vpon the Ice, Or Hailstone in the Sun. Your Vertue is, To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, And curse that Iustice did it. Who deserues Greatnes, Deserues your Hate: and your Affections are A sickmans Appet.i.te; who desires most that Which would encrease his euill. He that depends Vpon your fauours, swimmes with finnes of Leade, And hewes downe Oakes, with rushes. Hang ye: trust ye?
With euery Minute you do change a Minde, And call him n.o.ble, that was now your Hate: Him vilde, that was your Garland. What's the matter, That in these seuerall places of the Citie, You cry against the n.o.ble Senate, who (Vnder the G.o.ds) keepe you in awe, which else Would feede on one another? What's their seeking?
Men. For Corne at their owne rates, wherof they say The Citie is well stor'd
Mar. Hang 'em: They say?
They'l sit by th' fire, and presume to know What's done i'th Capitoll: Who's like to rise, Who thriues, & who declines: Side factions, & giue out Coniecturall Marriages, making parties strong, And feebling such as stand not in their liking, Below their cobled Shooes. They say ther's grain enough?
Would the n.o.bility lay aside their ruth, And let me vse my Sword, I'de make a Quarrie With thousands of these quarter'd slaues, as high As I could picke my Lance
Menen. Nay these are almost thoroughly perswaded: For though abundantly they lacke discretion Yet are they pa.s.sing Cowardly. But I beseech you, What sayes the other Troope?
Mar. They are dissolu'd: Hang em; They said they were an hungry, sigh'd forth Prouerbes That Hunger-broke stone wals: that dogges must eate That meate was made for mouths. That the G.o.ds sent not Corne for the Richmen onely: With these shreds They vented their Complainings, which being answer'd And a pet.i.tion granted them, a strange one, To breake the heart of generosity, And make bold power looke pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the hornes a'th Moone, Shooting their Emulation
Menen. What is graunted them?
Mar. Fiue Tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms Of their owne choice. One's Iunius Brutus, Sicinius Velutus, and I know not. Sdeath, The rabble should haue first vnroo'st the City Ere so preuayl'd with me; it will in time Win vpon power, and throw forth greater Theames For Insurrections arguing
Menen. This is strange
Mar. Go get you home you Fragments.
Enter a Messenger hastily.
Mess. Where's Caius Martius?
Mar. Heere: what's the matter!
Mes. The newes is sir, the Volcies are in Armes
Mar. I am glad on't, then we shall ha meanes to vent Our mustie superfluity. See our best Elders.
Enter Sicinius Velutus, Annius Brutus Cominius, t.i.tus Lartius, with other Senatours.
1.Sen. Martius 'tis true, that you haue lately told vs, The Volces are in Armes
Mar. They haue a Leader, Tullus Auffidius that will put you too't: I sinne in enuying his n.o.bility: And were I any thing but what I am, I would wish me onely he
Com. You haue fought together?
Mar. Were halfe to halfe the world by th' eares, & he vpon my partie, I'de reuolt to make Onely my warres with him. He is a Lion That I am proud to hunt
1.Sen. Then worthy Martius, Attend vpon Cominius to these Warres
Com. It is your former promise
Mar. Sir it is, And I am constant: t.i.tus Lucius, thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus face.
What art thou stiffe? Stand'st out?
t.i.t. No Caius Martius, Ile leane vpon one Crutch, and fight with tother, Ere stay behinde this Businesse
Men. Oh true-bred
Sen. Your Company to'th' Capitoll, where I know Our greatest Friends attend vs
t.i.t. Lead you on: Follow Cominius, we must followe you, right worthy your Priority
Com. n.o.ble Martius
Sen. Hence to your homes, be gone
Mar. Nay let them follow, The Volces haue much Corne: take these Rats thither, To gnaw their Garners. Wors.h.i.+pfull Mutiners, Your valour puts well forth: Pray follow.
Exeunt.
Citizens steale away. Manet Sicin. & Brutus.
Sicin. Was euer man so proud as is this Martius?
Bru. He has no equall