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first citizen:

before we proceed any further, hear me speak.

all:

speak, speak.

first citizen:

you are all resolved rather to die than to famish?

all:

resolved. resolved.

first citizen:

first, you know caius marcius is chief enemy to the people.

all:

we know't, we know't.

first citizen:

let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price.

is't a verdict?

all:

no more talking on't: let it be done: away, away!

second citizen:

one word, good citizens.

first citizen:

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 particularise 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.

second citizen:

would you proceed especially against caius marcius?

all:

against him first: he's 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 fort, 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-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 till 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.

what shouts are these? the other side o' the city

is risen: why stay we prating here? to the capitol!

all:

come, come.

first citizen:

soft! who comes here?

second citizen:

worthy menenius agrippa: one that hath always loved

the people.

first citizen:

he's one honest enough: would all the rest were so!

menenius:

what work's, 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 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.

menenius:

why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours,

will you undo yourselves?