868As often as we eate. By th' Elements,

869If ere againe I meet him beard to beard,

870He's mine, or I am his: Mine Emulation

871Hath not that Honor in't it had: For where

872I thought to crush him in an equall Force,

873True Sword to Sword: Ile potche at him some way,

874Or Wrath, or Craft may get him.

875Sol. He's the diuell.

876Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle: my valors poison'd,

877With onely suff'ring staine by him: for him

878Shall flye out of it selfe, nor sleepe, nor sanctuary,

879Being naked, sicke; nor Phane, nor Capitoll,

880The Prayers of Priests, nor times of Sacrifice:

881Embarquements all of Fury, shall lift vp

882Their rotten Priuiledge, and Custome 'gainst

883My hate to Martius. Where I finde him, were it

884At home, vpon my Brothers Guard, euen there

885Against the hospitable Canon, would I

886Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to th' Citie,

887Learne how 'tis held, and what they are that must

888Be Hostages for Rome.

889Soul. Will not you go?

890Auf. I am attended at the Cyprus groue. I pray you

891('Tis South the City Mils) bring me word thither

892How the world goes: that to the pace of it

893I may spurre on my iourney.

894Soul. I shall sir.

898Men. The Agurer tels me, wee shall haue Newes to

899night.

900Bru. Good or bad?

901Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, for

902they loue not Martius.

903Sicin. Nature teaches Beasts to know their Friends.

904Men. Pray you, who does the Wolfe loue?

905Sicin. The Lambe.

906Men. I, to deuour him, as the hungry Plebeians would

907the Noble Martius.

908Bru. He's a Lambe indeed, that baes like a Beare.

909Men. Hee's a Beare indeede, that liues like a Lambe.

910You two are old men, tell me one thing that I shall aske

911you.

912Both. Well sir.

913Men. In what enormity is Martius poore in, that you

914two haue not in abundance?

915Bru. He's poore in no one fault, but stor'd withall.

916Sicin. Especially in Pride.

917Bru. And topping all others in boasting.

918Men. This is strange now: Do you two know, how

919you are censured heere in the City, I mean of vs a'th' right

920hand File, do you?

921Both. Why? how are we censur'd?

922Men. Because you talke of Pride now, will you not

923be angry.

924Both. Well, well sir, well.

925Men. Why 'tis no great matter: for a very little theefe

926of Occasion, will rob you of a great deale of Patience:

927Giue your dispositions the reines, and bee angry at your

928pleasures (at the least) if you take it as a pleasure to you, in

929being so: you blame Martius for being proud.

930Brut. We do it not alone, sir.

931Men. I know you can doe very little alone, for your

932helpes are many, or else your actions would growe won-

933drous single: your abilities are to Infant-like, for dooing

934much alone. You talke of Pride: Oh, that you could turn

935your eyes toward the Napes of your neckes, and make

936but an Interiour suruey of your good selues. Oh that you

937could.

938Both. What then sir?

939Men. Why then you should discouer a brace of vn-

940meriting, proud, violent, testie Magistrates (alias Fooles)

941as any in Rome.

942Sicin. Menenius, you are knowne well enough too.

943Men. I am knowne to be a humorous Patritian, and

944one that loues a cup of hot Wine, with not a drop of alay-

945ing Tiber in't: Said, to be something imperfect in fauou-

946ring the first complaint, hasty and Tinder-like vppon, to

947triuiall motion: One, that conuerses more with the But-

948tocke of the night, then with the forhead of the morning.

949What I think, I vtter, and spend my malice in my breath.

950Meeting two such Weales men as you are (I cannot call

951you Licurgusses,) if the drinke you giue me, touch my Pa-

952lat aduersly, I make a crooked face at it, I can say, your

953Worshippes haue deliuer'd the matter well, when I finde

954the Asse in compound, with the Maior part of your sylla-

955bles. And though I must be content to beare with those,

956that say you are reuerend graue men, yet they lye deadly,

957that tell you haue good faces, if you see this in the Map

958of my Microcosme, followes it that I am knowne well e-

959nough too? What harme can your beesome Conspectui-

960ties gleane out of this Charracter, if I be knowne well e-

961nough too.

962Bru. Come sir come, we know you well enough.

963Menen. You know neither mee, your selues, nor any

964thing: you are ambitious, for poore knaues cappes and

965legges: you weare out a good wholesome Forenoone, in

966hearing a cause betweene an Orendge wife, and a Forfet-

967seller, and then reiourne the Controuersie of three-pence

968to a second day of Audience. When you are hearing a

969matter betweene party and party, if you chaunce to bee

970pinch'd with the Collicke, you make faces like Mum-

971mers, set vp the bloodie Flagge against all Patience, and

972in roaring for a Chamber-pot, dismisse the Controuersie

973bleeding, the more intangled by your hearing: All the

974peace you make in their Cause, is calling both the parties

975Knaues. You are a payre of strange ones.

976Bru. Come, come, you are well vnderstood to bee a

977perfecter gyber for the Table, then a necessary Bencher in

978the Capitoll.

979Men. Our very Priests must become Mockers, if they

980shall encounter such ridiculous Subiects as you are, when

981you speake best vnto the purpose. It is not woorth the

982wagging of your Beards, and your Beards deserue not so

983honourable a graue, as to stuffe a Botchers Cushion, or to

984be intomb'd in an Asses Packe-saddle; yet you must bee

985saying, Martius is proud: who in a cheape estimation, is

986worth all your predecessors, since Deucalion, though per-

987aduenture some of the best of 'em were hereditarie hang-

988men. Godden to your Worships, more of your conuer-

989sation would infect my Braine, being the Heardsmen of

990the Beastly Plebeans. I will be bold to take my leaue of

991you.