Second with vehemence.--Men of your words, all welcome! Slaves use no ceremony; sit down; here's a health. _Poliph._ Let it run round; fill every man his glass. _Grac._ We look for no waiters;--this is wine! _Mar._ The better, Strong, lusty wine: drink deep; this juice will make us As free as our lords. [_Drinks._ _Grac._ But if they find we taste it, We are condemn'd to the quarry during life, Without hope of redemption. _Mar._ Pish! for that We'll talk anon: another rouse[112]! we lose time; [_Drinks._ When our low blood's wound up a little higher, I'll offer my design; nay, we are cold yet; These glasses contain nothing:--do me right, [_Takes the bottle._ As e'er you hope for liberty. 'Tis done bravely: How do you feel yourselves now? _Cimb._ I begin To have strange conundrums in my head. _Grac._ And I To loathe base water. I would be hang'd in peace now For one month of such holidays. _Mar._ An age, boys, And yet defy the whip; if you are men, Or dare believe you have souls. _Cimb._ We are no brokers. _Mar._ Our lords are no gods-- _Grac._ They are devils to us, I am sure. _Mar._ But subject to Cold, hunger, and diseases. _Grac._ In abundance. _Mar._ Equal Nature fashion'd us All in one mould. The bear serves not the bear, Nor the wolf the wolf; 'twas odds of strength in tyrants That pluck'd the first link from the golden chain With which that THING OF THINGS[113] bound in the world. Why then, since we are taught, by their examples, To love our liberty, if not command, Should the strong serve the weak, the fair, deform'd ones? Or such as know the cause of things pay tribute To ignorant fools? All's but the outward gloss, And politic form, that does distinguish us.-- Cimbrio, thou art a strong man; if, in place Of carrying burthens, thou hadst been train'd up In martial discipline, thou might'st have proved A general, fit to lead and fight for Sicily, As fortunate as Timoleon. _Cimb._ A little fighting Will serve a general's turn. _Mar._ Thou, Gracculo, Hast fluency of language, quick conceit; And, I think, cover'd with a senator's robe, Formally set on the bench, thou wouldst appear As brave a senator. _Grac._ Would I had lands, Or money to buy a place! and if I did not Sleep on the bench with the drowsiest of them, Play with my chain, look on my watch, and wear A state beard, with my barber's help, rank with them In their most choice peculiar gifts, degrade me, And put me to drink water again, which, now I have tasted wine, were poison! _Mar._ 'Tis spoke nobly, And like a gownman: none of these, I think too, But would prove good burghers.