Dio. The bruit is, Hector's slain, and by Achilles. Great Hector was a man as good as he. Agam. March patiently along: let one be sent To pray Achilles see us at our tent. If in his death the gods have us befriended, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended. 10 [Exeunt, marching. SCENE X. Another part of the plains. Enter ENEAS and Trojans. Ene. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go home; here starve we out the night. Enter TROILUS. Tro. Hector is slain. Hector! the gods forbid! Ene. My lord, you do discomfort all the host. 10 Cold statues of the youth, and, in a word, Hector is dead; there is no more to say. Stay yet. You vile abominable tents, Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains, 20 Let Titan rise as early as he dare. I'll through and through you! and, thou great-sized coward, That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy's thoughts. 30 [Exeunt Eneas and Trojans. As TROILUS is going out, enter, from the other side, PAN DARUS. Pan. But hear you, hear you! Tro. Hence, broker-lackey! ignomy and shame Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! [Exi Pan. A goodly medicine for my aching bones! O world world! world! thus is the poor agent despised! O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! why should our endeavour be so loved and the performance so loathed? what verse for it? what instance for it? Let me see: Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall; 41 ཐ 56 [Exi SCENE: Rome and the neighbourhood; Corioli and the neighbourhood; Antium. ACT I. SCENE I. Rome. A street. Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with stares, clubs, and other weapons. First Cit. Before we proceed any further, hear me speak. All. Speak, speak. First Cit. You are all resolved rather to die than to 1amish? All. Resolved, resolved. First Cit. First, you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people. All. We know't, we know't. First Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price. Is't a verdict? 11 All. No more talking on't; let it be done: away, 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 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 particularize 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. Sec. Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius? All. Against him first: he's a very dog to the commonalty. 29 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. Sec. Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously. 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 mother, and to be partly proud; which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue. 41 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. [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 Cit. Soft! who comes here? Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA. 50 Sec. Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always 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 With bats and clubs? The matter? speak, I pray you. First Cit. 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. Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours, Will you undo yourselves? First Cit. We cannot, sir, we are undone already. Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack, Thither where more attends you, and you slander 70 80 First Cit. 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. Men. Either you must Confess yourselves wondrous malicious, But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture To stale't a little more. 90 First Cit. 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. Men. 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 First Cit. Well, sir, what answer made the belly? 100 110 |