inventory to particularize their abundance; our fufferance is a gain to them. Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know, I Ipeak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge. 2 Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius ? All. Against him first: he's a very dog to the commonalty. 2 Cit. Confider you, what service he has done for his country? 1 Cit. Very well; and could be content to give him good report for't; but that he pays himself with with being proud. All. Nay, but speak not maliciously. I Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did it to that end; though soft-conscienc'd men can be content to fay, 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. 2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you account a vice in him: you must in no way say, he is covetous. 1 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 those? the other fide o'th' city is rifen; why stay we prating here? To the capitol. All. Come, come. 1 Cit. Soft-who comes here? Enter Menenius Agrippa. 2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always lov'd the people. 1 Cit. He's one honeft enough; 'would, all the rest were fo! Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand? where go you With bats and clubs ? the matter-Speak, I pray you. 2 Cit. Our business is not unknown to the Senate; they have had inkling, this fortnight, what we intend to to do, which now we'll shew '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? 2 Cit. We cannot, Sir, we are undone already. Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care Have the patricians of you : For your wants, Your fufferings 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 ftrong links 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 flander The helms o' th' state, who care for you, like fathers, When you curse them as enemies. 2 Cit. Care for us! true, indeed!-they ne'er car'd for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their store-houses. cramm'd with grain: make edicts for ufury, to fupport ufurers; 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, 2 Cit (1) To scale't a little more.] Thus all the editions, but without any manner of fenfe, that I can find out. The poet must have wrote, as I have corrected the text and then the meaning will be plainly this. "Perhaps, you may have heard my tale already, but for all that, "I'll venture to make it more stale and familiar to you, by telling it "over 2 Cit. Well, I'll hear it, Sir-yet you must not think To fob off our disgraces with a tale : But, and't please you, deliver. Men. There was a time, when all the body's members I th' midst o' th' body, idle and unactive, Like labour with the rest; where the other instruments And mutually participate, did minifter, Of the whole body. The belly anfwer'd " over again." And nothing is more common than the verb in this fense, with our three capital Dramatic poets. To begin, with our own author. Anth. and Cleop. Age cannot wither her, nor custom ftale Her infinite variety. Jul. Caf. Were I a common laugher, or did use To ftale with ordinary oaths my love, &c. And, again,, and imitations, Which out of use, and ftaled by other men, So B. Johnfon, in his Every Man in his Humour, - and not content To ftale himself in all societies, He makes my house here common as a mart.. Cynthia's Revels. I'll go tell all the argument of his play aforehand, and so ftale his invention to the auditory, before it come forth. And fo Beaumont and. Fletcher, in their Beggar's Bush. But I should lose myself to speak him further, And tale, in my relation, the much good You may be witness of.. Queen of Corinth. I'll not stale 'em, By giving up their characters; but leave you To make your own discov'ries.. Wit at feveral weapons. You shall not be seen yet, we'll stale your friend first, So please but him to stand for th' anti-mask, 2 Git. Well, Sir, what answer made the belly ? Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus- 2 Cit. Your belly's answer-what! Men. What then?-'Fore me, this fellow speaks. 2 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, Who is the sink o' th' body, Men. Well, what then? 2 Cit. The former agents, if they did complain, What could the belly answer? Men. I will tell you, If you'll bestow a small (of what you have little), Men. Note me this, good friend; (2) Sir, I shall tell you with a kind of smile, Which ne'er came from the lungs, Thus all the editors, most ftupidly, hitherto; as if Menenius were to smile in telling his story, tho' the lines, which immediately follow, make it evident that the belly was meant to smile, Even to the court, the heart; to th' feat o' th' brain; 2 Cit. Ay, Sir, well, well. Men. Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each,. What say you to't? 2 Cit. It was an answer; how apply you this? Men. The fenators 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'th' common; you shall find, No publick 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 affembly ! 2 Cit. I the great toe! why, the great toe? Men. For that, being one o' th' lowest, basest, pooreft, Of this moft wife rebellion, thou goeft foremost: Thou rafcal, that are worst in blood to run, Lead'st first, to win some vantage.But make you ready your ftiff bats and clubs, Rome and her rats are at the point of battle: (3) The one fide must have bale. Enter (3) The one fide must have bail.] It must be the vanquisht fide, fure, that could want it; and who were likely to be their bail? but it is endless to question with negligence and stupidity. The poet, undoubtedly wrote, as I have restor'd; The one fide must have bale. i. e. Sorrow, misfortune, must have the worst of it, be discomfited. I have reftor'd this word in fome other passages of our author; and we meet with it in a play, attributed to him, call'd Locrine: -Yea, with these eyes thou hast seen her, and therefore pull them out, for they will work thy bale. Mr. Rowe, indeed, in his editions of our poet, has erroneously printed bail too in this passage; but in the old quarto which I have of Locrine, printed |