Act 1 — Scene I. Rome. A street.[2455]

First Cit. Before we proceed any further, hear me speak. All. Speak, speak.[2456] First Cit. You are all resolved rather to die than to famish? All. Resolved, resolved. 5 First Cit. First, you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy[2457] to the people. All. We know't, we know't.[2458] First Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price. Is't a verdict? 10 All. No more talking on't; let it be done: away,[2459] away! Sec. Cit. One word, good citizens. First Cit. We are accounted poor citizens; the patricians, good. What authority surfeits on would relieve us: if they[2460] 15 would yield us but the superfluity while it were wholesome, we might guess they relieved us humanely; but they think[2461] we are too dear: the leanness that afflicts us, the object of[2462] our misery, is as an inventory to particularize their abundance; our sufferance is a gain to them. Let us revenge this[2463] 20 with our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know I[2464] speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge. Sec. Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius?[2465] All. Against him first: he's a very dog to the[2466] 25 commonalty. Sec. Cit. Consider you what services he has done for his country? First Cit. Very well; and could be content to give him good report for't, but that he pays himself with being proud. 30 Sec. Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously.[2467] First Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did it to that end: though soft-conscienced men can be content to say it was for his country, he did it to please his[2468] mother and to be partly proud; which he is, even to the[2469] 35 altitude of his virtue. Sec. Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you account a vice in him. You must in no way say he is covetous. First Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. 40 [Shouts within.] What shouts are these? The other side o'[2470][2471] the city is risen: why stay we prating here? to the Capitol! All. Come, come. First Cit. Soft! who comes here?

Sec. Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always[2473] 45 loved the people. First Cit. He's one honest enough: would all the rest were so! Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand? where go you[2474][2475] With bats and clubs? the matter? speak, I pray you.[2474][2476] 50 First Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate;[2477] they have had inkling, this fortnight, what we intend to do,[2478] which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They say poor suitors have strong breaths: they shall know we have strong arms too. 55 Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours,[2479] Will you undo yourselves?[2479] First Cit. We cannot, sir, we are undone already. Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care Have the patricians of you. For your wants,[2480] 60 Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well[2481] Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them[2482] Against the Roman state; whose course will on The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs Of more strong link asunder than can ever[2483] 65 Appear in your impediment. For the dearth, The gods, not the patricians, make it, and Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack, You are transported by calamity Thither where more attends you, and you slander 70 The helms o' the state, who care for you like fathers, When you curse them as enemies. First Cit. Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er[2484] cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their store-houses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support 75 usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us. Men. Either you must 80 Confess yourselves wondrous malicious, Or be accused of folly. I shall tell you A pretty tale: it may be you have heard it; But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture To stale't a little more.[2485] 85 First Cit. Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet you must not[2486][2487] think to fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an't please[2486][2488] you, deliver.[2486] Men. There was a time when all the body's members Rebell'd against the belly; thus accused it: 90 That only like a gulf it did remain I' the midst o' the body, idle and unactive,[2489] Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing Like labour with the rest; where the other instruments Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, 95 And, mutually participate, did minister[2490] Unto the appetite and affection common Of the whole body. The belly answer'd—[2491][2492] First Cit. Well, sir, what answer made the belly?[2491] Men. Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile,[2493] 100 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[2494] To the discontented members, the mutinous parts That envied his receipt; even so most fitly 105 As you malign our senators for that They are not such as you. First Cit. Your belly's answer? What![2495] The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye,[2496][2497] The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,[2496] Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter,[2496] 110 With other muniments and petty helps[2496] In this our fabric, if that they—[2496] Men. What then?[2496][2498] 'Fore me, this fellow speaks! what then? what then?[2496][2498][2499] First Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd,[2496] Who is the sink o' the body,—[2496][2500] Men. Well, what then?[2496] 115 First Cit. The former agents, if they did complain,[2496][2501] What could the belly answer?[2496] Men. I will tell you; If you'll bestow a small—of what you have little—[2502] Patience awhile, you'll hear the belly's answer.[2503] First Cit. You're long about it.[2504] Men. Note me this, good friend: 120 Your most grave belly was deliberate, Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd: 'True is it, my incorporate friends,' quoth he, 'That I receive the general food at first, Which you do live upon; and fit it is, 125 Because I am the store-house and the shop Of the whole body: but, if you do remember, I send it through the rivers of your blood, Even to the court, the heart, to the seat o' the brain;[2505][2506] And, through the cranks and offices of man,[2506][2507] 130 The strongest nerves and small inferior veins From me receive that natural competency Whereby they live: and though that all at once, You, my good friends,'—this says the belly, mark me,—[2508] First Cit. Ay, sir; well, well. Men. 'Though all at once cannot 135 See what I do deliver out to each, Yet I can make my audit up, that all From me do back receive the flour of all,[2509] And leave me but the bran.' What say you to't? First Cit. It was an answer: how apply you this?[2510] 140 Men. The senators of Rome are this good belly, And you the mutinous members: for examine[2511] Their counsels and their cares, digest things rightly[2511] Touching the weal o' the common, you shall find No public benefit which you receive 145 But it proceeds or comes from them to you And no way from yourselves. What do you think, You, the great toe of this assembly? First Cit. I the great toe! why the great toe? Men. For that, being one o' the lowest, basest, poorest, 150 Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost:[2512] Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run,[2513][2514] Lead'st first to win some vantage.[2513] But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs: Rome and her rats are at the point of battle; 155 The one side must have bale.[2515]

Hail, noble Marcius! Mar. Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Make yourselves scabs? First Cit. We have ever your good word. Mar. He that will give good words to thee will flatter[2516] 160 Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs,[2517] That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you,[2518] The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you,[2519] Where he should find you lions, finds you hares,[2520] Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no,[2521] 165 Than is the coal of fire upon 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 greatness[2522] Deserves your hate; and your affections are 170 A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye?[2523] With every minute you do change a mind,[2524] 175 And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland. What's the matter,[2525] That in these several places of the city[2526] You cry against the noble senate, who, Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else 180 Would feed on one another? What's their seeking? Men. For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say.[2527] The city is well stored. 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, 185 Who thrives and who declines; side factions and give out[2528] Conjectural marriages; making parties strong, And feebling such as stand not in their liking Below their cobbled shoes. They say there's grain enough![2529][2530] Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,[2529] 190 And let me use my sword, I'ld make a quarry[2529] With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high[2529] As I could pick my lance.[2529][2531] Men. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded;[2529][2532] For though abundantly they lack discretion,[2529] 195 Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you,[2533] What says the other troop? Mar. They are dissolved: hang 'em![2534] 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 200 Corn for the rich men only: with these shreds They vented their complainings; which being answer'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 205 As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon, Shouting their emulation.[2535] Men. What is granted them? Mar. Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms,[2536] Of their own choice: one's Junius Brutus,[2537] Sicinius Velutus, and I know not—'Sdeath![2538] 210 The rabble should have first unroof'd the city,[2539] Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time Win upon power and throw forth greater themes[2540] For insurrection's arguing.[2541] Men. This is strange. Mar. Go, get you home, you fragments! 215

Mess. Where's Caius Marcius? Mar. Here: what's the matter?[2543] Mess. The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.[2544] Mar. I am glad on't: then we shall ha' means to vent[2545] Our musty superfluity. See, our best elders.[2546]

First Sen. Marcius, 'tis true that you have lately told us;[2548] 220 The Volsces are in arms. Mar. They have a leader, Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't. I sin in envying his nobility; And were I any thing but what I am, I would wish me only he. Com. You have fought together.[2549] 225 Mar. Were half to half the world by the ears, and he Upon my party, I'ld revolt, to make Only my wars with him: he is a lion[2550] That I am proud to hunt. First Sen. Then, worthy Marcius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars. 230 Com. It is your former promise. Mar. Sir, it is; And I am constant. Titus Lartius, thou[2551] Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face.[2552] What, art thou stiff? stand'st out? Tit. No, Caius Marcius; I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight with t'other, 235 Ere stay behind this business. Men. O, true-bred! First Sen. Your company to the Capitol; where, I know,[2553] Our greatest friends attend us. Tit. [To Com.] Lead you on.[2554][2555] [To Mar.] Follow Cominius; we must follow you;[2554][2555] Right worthy you priority.[2555] Com. Noble Marcius![2555][2556] 240 First Sen. [To the Citizens] Hence to your homes; be gone![2553] Mar. Nay, let them follow:[2557] The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutiners,[2558] Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.

Sic. Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? 245 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 moved, he will not spare to gird the gods.[2560] Sic. Bemock the modest moon. 250 Bru. The present wars devour him: he is grown[2561] Too proud to be so valiant.[2562] Sic. Such a nature,[2563] Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow[2563] Which he treads on at noon: but I do wonder[2563] His insolence can brook to be commanded[2563] 255 Under Cominius.[2563] Bru. Fame, at the which he aims,[2564] In whom already he's well graced, can not[2565] Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by[2566] A place below the first: for what miscarries Shall be the general's fault, though he perform 260 To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure Will then cry out of Marcius 'O, if he[2567] Had borne the business!' Sic. Besides, if things go well, Opinion, that so sticks on Marcius, shall Of his demerits rob Cominius.[2568] Bru. Come:[2569] 265 Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius,[2569][2570] Though Marcius earn'd them not; and all his faults[2571] To Marcius shall be honours, though indeed In aught he merit not. Sic. Let's hence, and hear How the dispatch is made; and in what fashion, 270 More than his singularity, he goes[2572] Upon this present action. Bru. Let's along. [Exeunt.