A fick Man's Appetite, who defires most that, You cry against the Noble Senate, who (Under the Gods) keep you in awe, which elfe Mar. Hang 'em: They fay! They'll fit by th' Fire, and prefume to know Who thrives, and who declines: Side Factions, and give out And let me ufe a Sword, I'd make a Quarry Men. Nay, thefe are almoft throughly perfuaded: For though abundantly they lack Difcretion, Yet are they paffing cowardly. But, I beseech you, Mar. They are diffolv'd; hang 'em, They faid they were an hungry, figh'd forth Proverbs; That Hunger broke Stone Walls- -that Dogs must eat,That Meat was made for Mouths that the Gods fent not Cors for the Rich Men only- -With thefe fhreds They vented their Complainings; which being answer'd, And a Petition granted them, a ftrange one, To break the Heart of Generofity, And make bold Power lock pale; they threw their Caps As they would hang them on the Horns o'th' Moon, Shooting their Emulation. Men. What is granted them? Mar. 1913 Mar. Five Tribunes to defend their vulgar Wisdoms, Of their own choice. One's Junius Brutus, Sicinius Velutus, and I know not. S'death, The Rabble should have first unrooft the City E'er fo prevail'd with me; it will in time Win upon Power, and throw forth greater Themes Men. This is ftrange. Mar. Go get you home, you Fragments. Mef. Where's Caius Martins? Mar. Here what's the Matter? Mef. The News is, Sir, the Volfcies are in Arms. Mar. I am glad on't, then we shall have means to vent Our mufty fuperfluity. See, our best Elders Enter Sicinius Velutus, Junius Brutus, Cominius, Titus Lartius, with other Senators. 1 Sen. Martius, 'tis true, that you have lately told us, The Volfcies are in Arms. Mar. They have a Leader, Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't. I fin in envying his Nobility: And were I any thing but what I am, I could with me only he. Com. You have fought together? Mar. Were half to half the World by th' 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. 1 Sen. Then worthy Martius, Attend upon Cominius to thefe Wars. Mar. Sir, it is; And I am conftant: Titus Lartius, thou Shalt fee me once more ftrike at Tullus's Face. What, art thou ftiff? Stand'ft out? Tit. No, Caius Martius, I'll lean upon one Crutch, and fight with t'other; Men. Oh true bred. 1 Sen. Your Company to th' Capitol; where I know Our greatest Friends attend us. Tit. Lead you on; follow Cominius, we muft follow you, right worthy your Priority, Com. Noble Martius. 1 Sen. Hence to your Homes-be gone. [To the Citizens. Mar. Let them follow, The Volfcies have much Corn; take thefe Rats thither [Exeunt. [Citizens fteal away. Manent Sicinius and Brutus. Sic. Was ever Man fo proud as is this Martius? Bru. He has no equal. Sic. When we were chofen Tribunes for the PeopleBru. Mark'd you his Lip and Eyes? Sic. Nay, but his Taunts. Bru. Being mov'd, he will not fpare to gird the Gods. Sic. Be-mock the modeft Moon. Bru. The prefent Wars devour him, he is grown Too proud to be fo valiant. Sic. Such a Nature, tickled with good Succefs, difdains the Shadow which he treads on at Noon, but I do wonder, his Infolence can brook to be commanded under Cominius? Bru. Fame, at the which he aims, In whom already he is well grac'd, cannot Sic. Befides, if things go well, Of his demerits rob Cominius. Bru. Come; half all Cominius's Honours are to Martins, Though Martius earn'd them not; and all his Faults To Martius fhall be Honours, though indeed In ought he merit not. Sic. Let's hence, and hear How the difpatch is made, and in what fashion, Upon this present Action. Br Bru. Let's along. SCENE II. Coriolus. [Exeunt. Enter Tullus Aufidius with Senators of Coriolus. I Sen. So, your Opinion is, Aufidius, That they of Rome are entred in our Counsels, Auf. Is it not yours? What ever hath been thought on in this State, Whither 'tis bent-moft likely, 'tis for you: 1 Sen. Our Army's in the Field: We never yet made doubt, but Rome was ready Auf. Nor did you think it folly To keep your great pretences veil'd, 'till when 2 Sen. Noble Aufidius, Take your Commiffion, hie you to your Bands, If they fet down before's: for the remove Auf. O, doubt not that, I fpeak from Certainties. Nay more, Some parcels of their Power are forth already, And your And only hitherward. I leave Honours. All. The Gods affift you. Auf. And keep your Honours fafe. 2 Sen. Farewel. All. Farewel. SCENE III. Rome. [Exeunt. Enter Volumnia and Virgilia, They fet them down on two low Stools, and Sew. Vol. I pray you, Daughter, Sing, or exprefs your felf in a more comfortable fort: If my Son were my Husband, I would freelier rejoice in that abfence wherein he won Honour, than in the Embracements of his Bed, where he should fhew most love. When yet he was but tender-bodied, and the only Son of my Womb; when Youth with Comliness plucked all gaze his way; when for a Day of Kings Entreaties, a Mother should not fell him an hour from her beholding, I, confidering how Honour would become fuch a Perfon, that it was no better than Picture-like to hang by th' Wall, if Renown made it not ftir, was pleas'd to let him feek Danger where he was like to find Fame: To a cruel War I fent him, from whence he return'd, his Brows bound with Oak. I tell thee, Daughter, I fprang no more in Joy at first hearing he was à Man-child, than now in firft feeing he had ved himself a Man. pro Vir. But had he died in the Bufinefs, Madam, how then ? Vol. Then his good Report fhould have been my Son; I therein would have found Iffue. Hear me profefs fincerely had I a dozen Sons each in my love alike, and none lefs dear than thine, and my good Martius, I had rather eleven dye nobly for their Country, than one voluptuously furfeit out of Action. Enter a Gentlewoman. Gent. Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to vifit you. (As |