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SECOND CITIZEN.

       Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius?

       FIRST CITIZEN.

       Against him first: he’s a very dog to the commonalty.

       SECOND CITIZEN.

       Consider you what services he has done for his country?

       FIRST CITIZEN. Very well; and could be content to give him good report for’t, but that he pays himself with being proud.

       SECOND CITIZEN.

       Nay, but speak not maliciously.

       FIRST CITIZEN. 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 mother, and to be partly proud; which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue.

       SECOND CITIZEN. What he cannot help in his nature you account a vice in him. You must in no way say he is covetous.

       FIRST CITIZEN. If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. [Shouts within.] What shouts are these? The other side o’ the city is risen: why stay we prating here? to the Capitol!

       ALL.

       Come, come.

       FIRST CITIZEN.

       Soft! who comes here?

       SECOND CITIZEN.

       Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved the people.

       FIRST CITIZEN.

       He’s one honest enough; would all the rest were so!

       [Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA.]

       MENENIUS.

       What work’s, my countrymen, in hand? where go you

       With bats and clubs? the matter? speak, I pray you.

       FIRST CITIZEN. Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do, which now we’ll show ‘em in deeds. They say poor suitors have strong breaths; they shall know we have strong arms too.

       MENENIUS.

       Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours,

       Will you undo yourselves?

       FIRST CITIZEN.

       We cannot, sir; we are undone already.

       MENENIUS.

       I tell you, friends, most charitable care

       Have the patricians of you. For your wants,

       Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well

       Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them

       Against the Roman state; whose course will on

       The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs

       Of more strong link asunder than can ever

       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

       The helms o’ th’ state, who care for you like fathers,

       When you curse them as enemies.

       FIRST CITIZEN. Care for us! True, indeed! They ne’er cared for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support 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.

       MENENIUS.

       Either you must

       Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,

       Or be accus’d 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.

       FIRST CITIZEN. Well, I’ll hear it, sir; yet you must not think to fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an’t please you, deliver.

       MENENIUS.

       There was a time when all the body’s members

       Rebell’d against the belly; thus accus’d it:—

       That only like a gulf it did remain

       I’ the midst o’ the body, idle and unactive,

       Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing

       Like labour with the rest; where th’ other instruments

       Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel,

       And, mutually participate, did minister

       Unto the appetite and affection common

       Of the whole body. The belly answered,—

       FIRST CITIZEN.

       Well, sir, what answer made the belly?

       MENENIUS.

       Sir, I shall tell you.—With a kind of smile,

       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

       To the discontented members, the mutinous parts

       That envied his receipt; even so most fitly

       As you malign our senators for that

       They are not such as you.

       FIRST CITIZEN.

       Your belly’s answer? What!

       The kingly crowned head, the vigilant eye,

       The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,

       Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter,

       With other muniments and petty helps

       Is this our fabric, if that they,—

       MENENIUS.

       What then?—

       ‘Fore me, this fellow speaks!—what then? what then?

       FIRST CITIZEN.

       Should by the cormorant belly be restrain’d,

       Who is the sink o’ the body,—

       MENENIUS.

       Well, what then?

       FIRST CITIZEN.

       The former agents, if they did complain,

       What could the belly answer?

       MENENIUS.

       I will tell you;

       If you’ll bestow a small,—of what you have little,—

       Patience awhile, you’ll hear the belly’s answer.

       FIRST CITIZEN.

       You are long about it.

       MENENIUS.

       Note me this, good friend;

       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,

       Because I am the storehouse 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

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