Menen. Nay these are almost thoroughly perswaded: For though abundantly they lacke discretion Yet are they passing Cowardly. But I beseech you, What sayes the other Troope? Mar. They are dissolu'd: Hang em; They said they were an hungry, sigh'd forth Prouerbes That Hunger-broke stone wals: that dogges must eate That meate was made for mouths. That the gods sent not Corne for the Richmen onely: With these shreds They vented their Complainings, which being answer'd And a petition granted them, a strange one, To breake the heart of generosity, And make bold power looke pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the hornes a'th Moone, Shooting their Emulation Menen. What is graunted them? Mar. Fiue Tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms Of their owne choice. One's Iunius Brutus, Sicinius Velutus, and I know not. Sdeath, The rabble should haue first vnroo'st the City Ere so preuayl'd with me; it will in time Win vpon power, and throw forth greater Theames For Insurrections arguing Menen. This is strange Mar. Go get you home you Fragments. Enter a Messenger hastily. Mess. Where's Caius Martius? Mar. Heere: what's the matter! Mes. The newes is sir, the Volcies are in Armes Mar. I am glad on't, then we shall ha meanes to vent Our mustie superfluity. See our best Elders. Enter Sicinius Velutus, Annius Brutus Cominius, Titus Lartius, with other Senatours. 1.Sen. Martius 'tis true, that you haue lately told vs, The Volces are in Armes Mar. They haue a Leader, Tullus Auffidius that will put you too't: I sinne in enuying his Nobility: And were I any thing but what I am, I would wish me onely he Com. You haue fought together? Mar. Were halfe to halfe the world by th' eares, & he vpon my partie, I'de reuolt to make Onely my warres with him. He is a Lion That I am proud to hunt 1.Sen. Then worthy Martius, Attend vpon Cominius to these Warres Com. It is your former promise Mar. Sir it is, And I am constant: Titus Lucius, thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus face. What art thou stiffe? Stand'st out? Tit. No Caius Martius, Ile leane vpon one Crutch, and fight with tother, Ere stay behinde this Businesse Men. Oh true-bred Sen. Your Company to'th' Capitoll, where I know Our greatest Friends attend vs Tit. Lead you on: Follow Cominius, we must followe you, right worthy your Priority Com. Noble Martius Sen. Hence to your homes, be gone Mar. Nay let them follow, The Volces haue much Corne: take these Rats thither, To gnaw their Garners. Worshipfull Mutiners, Your valour puts well forth: Pray follow. Exeunt. Citizens steale away. Manet Sicin. & Brutus. Sicin. Was euer man so proud as is this Martius? Bru. He has no equall Sicin. When we were chosen Tribunes for the people Bru. Mark'd you his lip and eyes Sicin. Nay, but his taunts Bru. Being mou'd, he will not spare to gird the Gods Sicin. Bemocke the modest Moone