Which thou?'fhould't bear me; only that name remains. Have all forfook me, hath devour'd the reft; Stand I before thee here: then if thou haft As benefits to thee. For I will fight Against my canker'd country, with the spleen Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more fortunes Longer to live, moft weary; and prefent Which not to cut, would fhew thee but a fool, Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast, Auf. Oh, Martius, Martius, Each word thou'ft fpoke hath weeded from my heart Should from yon cloud fpeak to me things divine, L 2 And And fear'd the moon with fplinters: here I clip Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, Like a bold flood o'er-bear. O come, go in, Cor. You blefs me, Gods! Auf. Therefore, moft abfolute Sir, if thou wilt have The leading of thine own revenges, take One half of my commiffion, and fet down, As beft thou art experienc'd, fince thou know'st To fright them, ere deftroy. But come, come in, Say yea to thy defires. A thoufand welcomes, And And more a friend, than e'er an enemy: Yet, Martius, that was much. Your hand; most welcome! SCENE Enter two Servants. 1 Ser. Here's a strange alteration. V. [Exeunt. 2 Ser. By my hand, I had thought to have ftrucken him. with a cudgel, and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a falfe report of him. 1 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 fomething in him. He had, Sir, a kind of face, methought I cannot tell how to term it. I Ser. He had fo: 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 fworn: he is fimply the rarest man i' th' world. 1 Ser. I think he is; but a greater foldier than he, you wot one. 2 Ser. Who? my mafter? 1 Ser. Nay, it's no matter for that. 2 Ser. Worth fix on him. 1 Ser. Nay, not fo neither; but I take him to be the greater foldier. 2 Ser. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to fay that; for the defence of a town, our General is excellent. 1 Ser. Ay, and for an affault too. Enter a third Servant. 3 Ser. Oh flaves, I can tell you news; news, you rafcals. 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? L3 3 Ser. 3 Ser. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our General, Caius Martius. 1 Ser. Why do you fay, thwack our General? 3 Ser. I do not fay 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 fay fo himself. 1 Ser. He was too hard for him directly, to fay the troth on't before Corioli, he fcotcht him and notcht him like a carbonado: 2 Ser. And, had he been cannibally given, he might have broil'd and eaten him too. 1 Ser. But more of thy news. 3 Ser. Why, he is fo made on here within, as if he were fon and heir to Mars: fet 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, fanctifies himfelf with's hands, and turns up the white o' th' eye to his difcourfe. 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 fays, and fowle the porter of Rome gates by th' ears. He will mow down all before him, and leave his paffage poll'd. 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) fhew themfelves (as we term it) his friends, whilft he's in directitude. I Ser. Directitude! what's that? 3 Ser. But when they fhall fee, Sir, his creft up again and the man 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. To-morrow, to-day, prefently, you that have the drum ftruck up this afternoon: 'tis as it were a parcel of their feaft, and to be executed 'ere they wipe their lips. 2 Ser. 2 Ser. Why then we fhall have a stirring world again: this peace is worth nothing, but to ruft iron, encrease tailors, and breed ballad-makers. 1 Ser. Let me have war, fay I; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's fprightly, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy, mull'd, deaf, fleepy, infenfible, a getter of more baftard children than war's a destroyer of men. 2 Ser. 'Tis fo, and as war in fome fort may be faid to be a ravisher, fo it cannot be denied, but peace is a great maker of cuckolds. I Ser. Ay, and it makes men hate one another. 3 Ser. Reafon; because they then lefs need one another : the wars for my mony. I hope to fee Romans as cheap as Volfcians. They are rifing, they are rifing. Both. In, in, in, in. SCENE VI. ROME. Enter Sicinius and Brutus. [Exeunt. Sic. WE hear not of him, neither need we fear him ; His remedies are tame: the prefent peace And quietness of the people, which before Were in wild hurry here, do make his friends Enter Menenius. Bru. We ftood to't in good time. Is this Menenius ? Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he: O, he's grown moft kind of late. Hail, Sir. L4 z hurry. Here we make Men. |