ACT I
SCENE I Rome. A street.


 [Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves,
 clubs, and other weapons]

First Citizen Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.

All Speak, speak.

First Citizen You are all resolved rather to die than to famish?

All Resolved. resolved.

First Citizen First, you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people.

All We know't, we know't.

First Citizen Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price.
 Is't a verdict?

All No more talking on't; let it be done: away, away!

Second Citizen One word, good citizens.

First Citizen We are accounted poor citizens, the patricians good.
 What authority surfeits on would relieve us: if they
 would yield us but the superfluity, while it were
 wholesome, we might guess they relieved us humanely;
 but they think we are too dear: the leanness that
 afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an
 inventory to particularise their abundance; our
 sufferance is a gain to them Let us revenge this with
 our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know I
 speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

Second Citizen Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius?

All 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 fort, 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 till 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?

 [Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA]

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!

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' the 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 store-houses
 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 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.

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 accused 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 the 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 answer'd--

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
 In 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 Ye're 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 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;
 And, through the cranks and offices of man,
 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,--

First Citizen Ay, sir; well, well.

MENENIUS 'Though all at once cannot
 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,
 And leave me but the bran.' What say you to't?

First Citizen It was an answer: how apply you this?

MENENIUS The senators of Rome are this good belly,
 And you the mutinous members; for examine
 Their counsels and their cares, digest things rightly
 Touching the weal o' the common, you shall find
 No public benefit which you receive
 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 Citizen I the great toe! why the great toe?

MENENIUS For that, being one o' the lowest, basest, poorest,
 Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost:
 Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run,
 Lead'st first to win some vantage.
 But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs:
 Rome and her rats are at the point of battle;
 The one side must have bale.

 [Enter CAIUS MARCIUS]

         Hail, noble Marcius!

MARCIUS Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues,
 That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
 Make yourselves scabs?

First Citizen We have ever your good word.

MARCIUS He that will give good words to thee will flatter
 Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs,
 That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you,
 The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you,
 Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;
 Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no,
 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
 Deserves your hate; and your affections are
 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?
 With every minute you do change a mind,
 And call him noble that was now your hate,
 Him vile that was your garland. What's the matter,
 That in these several places of the city
 You cry against the noble senate, who,
 Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else
 Would feed on one another? What's their seeking?

MENENIUS For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say,
 The city is well stored.

MARCIUS 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,
 Who thrives and who declines; side factions
 and give out
 Conjectural marriages; making parties strong
 And feebling such as stand not in their liking
 Below their cobbled shoes. They say there's
 grain enough!
 Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,
 And let me use my sword, I'll make a quarry
 With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high
 As I could pick my lance.

MENENIUS Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded;
 For though abundantly they lack discretion,
 Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you,
 What says the other troop?

MARCIUS They are dissolved: hang 'em!
 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
 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
 As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon,
 Shouting their emulation.

MENENIUS What is granted them?

MARCIUS Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms,
 Of their own choice: one's Junius Brutus,
 Sicinius Velutus, and I know not--'Sdeath!
 The rabble should have first unroof'd the city,
 Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time
 Win upon power and throw forth greater themes
 For insurrection's arguing.

MENENIUS This is strange.

MARCIUS Go, get you home, you fragments!

 [Enter a Messenger, hastily]

Messenger Where's Caius Marcius?

MARCIUS Here: what's the matter?

Messenger The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.

MARCIUS I am glad on 't: then we shall ha' means to vent
 Our musty superfluity. See, our best elders.

 [Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators;
 JUNIUS BRUTUS and SICINIUS VELUTUS]

First Senator Marcius, 'tis true that you have lately told us;
 The Volsces are in arms.

MARCIUS 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.

COMINIUS You have fought together.

MARCIUS 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
 That I am proud to hunt.

First Senator Then, worthy Marcius,
 Attend upon Cominius to these wars.

COMINIUS It is your former promise.

MARCIUS Sir, it is;
 And I am constant. Titus Lartius, thou
 Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face.
 What, art thou stiff? stand'st out?

TITUS No, Caius Marcius;
 I'll lean upon one crutch and fight with t'other,
 Ere stay behind this business.

MENENIUS O, true-bred!

First Senator Your company to the Capitol; where, I know,
 Our greatest friends attend us.

TITUS [To COMINIUS]                Lead you on.

 [To MARCIUS]  Follow Cominius; we must follow you;
 Right worthy you priority.

COMINIUS Noble Marcius!

First Senator [To the Citizens]  Hence to your homes; be gone!

MARCIUS Nay, let them follow:
 The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither
 To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutiners,
 Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.

 [Citizens steal away. Exeunt all but SICINIUS
 and BRUTUS]

SICINIUS Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius?

BRUTUS He has no equal.

SICINIUS When we were chosen tribunes for the people,--

BRUTUS Mark'd you his lip and eyes?

SICINIUS Nay. but his taunts.

BRUTUS Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods.

SICINIUS Be-mock the modest moon.

BRUTUS The present wars devour him: he is grown
 Too proud to be so valiant.

SICINIUS Such a nature,
 Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow
 Which he treads on at noon: but I do wonder
 His insolence can brook to be commanded
 Under Cominius.

BRUTUS Fame, at the which he aims,
 In whom already he's well graced, can not
 Better be held nor more attain'd than by
 A place below the first: for what miscarries
 Shall be the general's fault, though he perform
 To the utmost of a man, and giddy censure
 Will then cry out of Marcius 'O if he
 Had borne the business!'

SICINIUS Besides, if things go well,
 Opinion that so sticks on Marcius shall
 Of his demerits rob Cominius.

BRUTUS Come:
 Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius.
 Though Marcius earned them not, and all his faults
 To Marcius shall be honours, though indeed
 In aught he merit not.

SICINIUS Let's hence, and hear
 How the dispatch is made, and in what fashion,
 More than his singularity, he goes
 Upon this present action.

BRUTUS Lets along.

 [Exeunt]




 CORIOLANUS


ACT I