The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare (moboreader .TXT) π
The world will be thy widow and still weep,
That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
When every private widow well may keep,
By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind:
Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend
Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;
But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,
And kept unused the user so destroys it:
No love toward others in that bosom sits
That on himself such murd'rous shame commits.
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For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any
Who for thy self art so unprovident.
Grant if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
For thou art so possessed with murd'rous hate,
That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire:
O change thy thought, that I may change my mind,
Shall hate be fairer lodged than
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SECOND CITIZEN. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius?
FIRST CITIZEN. Against him first; heβs 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 forβt 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-consciencβd 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 oβ thβ city is risen. Why stay we prating here? To thβ Capitol!
ALL. Come, come.
FIRST CITIZEN. Soft! who comes here?
Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA SECOND CITIZEN. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always lovβd the people.
FIRST CITIZEN. Heβs one honest enough; would all the rest were so!
MENENIUS. What workβs, 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 thβ Senate; they have had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do, which now weβll show βem 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 oβ thβ state, who care for you like fathers, When you curse them as enemies.
FIRST CITIZEN. Care for us! True, indeed! They neβer carβd for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammβd 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 thereβs all the love they bear us.
MENENIUS. Either you must
Confess yourselves wondrous malicious, Or be accusβd 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 staleβt a little more.
FIRST CITIZEN. Well, Iβll hear it, sir; yet you must not think to fob off our disgrace with a tale. But, anβt please you, deliver.
MENENIUS. There was a time when all the bodyβs members Rebellβd against the belly; thus accusβd it: That only like a gulf it did remain
Iβ thβ midst oβ thβ body, idle and unactive, Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing Like labour with the rest; where thβ 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 answerβd-FIRST CITIZEN. Well, sir, what answer made the belly?
MENENIUS. Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile, Which neβer came from the lungs, but even thus-For look you, I may make the belly smile As well as speak-it tauntingly replied To thβ 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 bellyβs 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 theyβ
MENENIUS. What then?
Fore me, this fellow speaks! What then? What then?
FIRST CITIZEN. Should by the cormorant belly be restrainβd, Who is the sink oβ thβ 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 youβll bestow a small-of what you have little-Patience awhile, youβst hear the bellyβs answer.
FIRST CITIZEN. Yβare long about it.
MENENIUS. Note me this, good friend:
Your most grave belly was deliberate, Not rash like his accusers, and thus answered.
βTrue is it, my incorporate friends,β quoth he βThat 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 thβ seat oβ thβ 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 friendsβ- this says the belly; mark me.
FIRST CITIZEN. Ay, sir; well, well.
MENENIUS. βThough 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.β What say you toβ 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 oβ thβ 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 oβ thβ lowest, basest, poorest, Of this most wise rebellion, thou goest foremost.
Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run, Leadβst 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. Whatβs 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 manβs 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. Whatβs 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? Whatβs their seeking?
MENENIUS. For corn at their own rates, whereof they say The city is well storβd.
MARCIUS. Hang βem! They say!
Theyβll sit by thβ fire and presume to know Whatβs done iβ thβ Capitol, whoβs 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 thereβs grain enough!
Would the nobility lay aside their ruth And let me use my sword, Iβd make a quarry With thousands of these quarterβd 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 dissolvβd. Hang βem!
They said they were an-hungry; sighβd 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 answerβd, 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 oβ thβ moon, Shouting their emulation.
MENENIUS. What is granted them?
MARCIUS. Five tribunes, to defend their vulgar wisdoms, Of their own choice. Oneβs Junius Brutus-Sicinius Velutus, and I know not. βSdeath!
The rabble should have first unroofβd the city Ere so prevailβd with me; it will in time Win upon power and throw forth greater themes For insurrectionβs arguing.
MENENIUS. This is strange.
MARCIUS. Go get you home, you fragments.
Enter a MESSENGER, hastily MESSENGER. Whereβs Caius Marcius?
MARCIUS. Here. Whatβs the matter?
MESSENGER. The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.
MARCIUS. I am glad onβt; then we shall haβ means to vent Our musty superfluity. See, our best elders.
Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, with other SENATORS; JUNIUS BRUTUS and SICINIUS VELUTUS
FIRST SENATOR. Marcius, βtis true that you have lately told us: The Volsces are in arms.
MARCIUS. They have a leader,
Tullus Aufidius, that will put you toβt.
I sin in envying his nobility;
And were I anything but what I am,
I would wish me only he.
COMINIUS. You have fought together?
MARCIUS. Were half to half the world by thβ ears, and he Upon my party, Iβd 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 Tullusβ face.
What, art thou stiff? Standβst out?
LARTIUS. No, Caius Marcius;
Iβll lean upon one crutch and fight with tβother Ere stay behind this business.
MENENIUS. O, true bred!
FIRST SENATOR. Your company to thβ Capitol; where, I know, Our greatest friends attend us.
LARTIUS. [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 mutineers, Your valour puts well forth; pray follow.
Ciitzens 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. Markβd you his lip and eyes?
SICINIUS. Nay, but his taunts!
BRUTUS. Being movβd, he will not spare to gird the gods.
SICINIUS. Bemock 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
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