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Enter a company of mutinous Citizens with staves, clubs, and other weapons. | Welcome to the streets of Rome, where a mob of starving plebeians (a.k.a. lower class folks or "Citizens") are in full-on riot mode. |
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? 5 ALL Resolved, resolved! | Rome is experiencing a famine and the patricians (a.k.a. the wealthy ruling class that controls the Senate) are hogging all the food. |
FIRST CITIZEN First, you know Caius Martius 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 10 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 15 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 particularize their 20 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. | We find out the patricians in the Senate have set the price of grain so high that the plebeians (who have zero say in the matter) can't afford it. Enemy #1 on the plebeians' list is a snotty patrician named Caius Martius. The plebs blame him for the high cost of food and figure that if they kill him, they'll get to set their own grain prices. |
SECOND CITIZEN Would you proceed especially against 25 Caius Martius? ALL Against him first. He’s a very dog to the commonalty. SECOND CITIZEN Consider you what services he has done for his country? | While most of the mob chants that Caius Martius deserves to die, lowly
Citizen 2 points out that maybe the mob should take it easy on Caius
Martius since he's a big war hero and has done a lot for Rome and all. |
FIRST CITIZEN Very well, and could be content to give him good report for ’t, 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 35 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 to the altitude of his virtue. 40 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 45 repetition. (Shouts within.) What shouts are these? The other side o’ th’ city is risen. Why stay we prating here? To th’ Capitol! ALL Come, come! | Next, there's some brief chatter about why the people think Caius Martius is a total mudbucket. Aside from being a grain hoarder he's 1) proud, 2) snotty toward the lower classes, and 3) kind of a creeper with his mom. |
Enter Menenius Agrippa. FIRST CITIZEN Soft, who comes here? 50 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 55 you With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you. | As the mob gets more and more unruly, a smooth talking patrician named Menenius strolls onto the scene and is all "Hey fellas, what's up with all heat? Is something the matter?" We find out that the plebeians really dig Menenius--they wish all the other patricians were as awesome towards the common people. |
SECOND CITIZEN Our business is not unknown to th’ Senate. They have had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do, which now we’ll show ’em in 60 deeds. They say poor suitors have strong breaths; they shall know we have strong arms too. MENENIUS Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbors, Will you undo yourselves? 65 SECOND CITIZEN We cannot, sir; we are undone already. MENENIUS I tell you, friends, most charitable care Have the patricians of you. For your wants, Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them 70 Against the Roman state, whose course will on The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs Of more strong link asunder than can ever Appear in your impediment. For the dearth, The gods, not the patricians, make it, and 75 Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack, You are transported by calamity Thither where more attends you, and you slander The helms o’ th’ state, who care for you like fathers, When you curse them as enemies. 80 SECOND CITIZEN Care for us? True, indeed! They ne’er cared for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide 85 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. | Before the plebeians can storm the capitol and kill Caius Martius,
Menenius tells them that the famine is all the gods' fault. Plus, the
patricians love the lower classes just like fathers love their children. |
MENENIUS Either you must confess yourselves wondrous malicious 90 Or be accused of folly. I shall tell you A pretty tale. It may be you have heard it, But since it serves my purpose, I will venture To stale ’t a little more. SECOND CITIZEN Well, I’ll hear it, sir; yet you must not 95 think to fob off our disgrace with a tale. But, an ’t please you, deliver. | And just like a good dad, Menenius tells them a little story. |
MENENIUS There was a time when all the body’s members Rebelled against the belly, thus accused it: That only like a gulf it did remain 100 I’ th’ midst o’ th’ body, idle and unactive, Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing Like labor with the rest, where th’ other instruments Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, And, mutually participate, did minister 105 Unto the appetite and affection common Of the whole body. The belly answered— SECOND CITIZEN Well, sir, what answer made the belly? MENENIUS Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile, Which ne’er came from the lungs, but even thus— 110 For, look you, I may make the belly smile As well as speak—it tauntingly replied To th’ discontented members, the mutinous parts That envied his receipt; even so most fitly As you malign our senators for that 115They are not such as you. SECOND CITIZEN Your belly’s answer—what? The kingly crownèd head, the vigilant eye, The counselor heart, the arm our soldier, Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter, 120 With other muniments and petty helps In this our fabric, if that they— MENENIUS What then? ’Fore me, this fellow speaks. What then? What then? SECOND CITIZEN Should by the cormorant belly be restrained, 125 Who is the sink o’ th’ body— MENENIUS Well, what then? SECOND CITIZEN The former agents, if they did complain, What could the belly answer? MENENIUS I will tell you, 130 If you’ll bestow a small—of what you have little— Patience awhile, you’st hear the belly’s answer. SECOND CITIZEN You’re long about it. MENENIUS Note me this, good friend; Your most grave belly was deliberate, 135 Not rash like his accusers, and thus answered: “True is it, my incorporate friends,” quoth he, “That I receive the general food at first Which you do live upon; and fit it is, Because I am the storehouse and the shop 140 Of the whole body. But, if you do remember, I send it through the rivers of your blood Even to the court, the heart, to th’ seat o’ th’ brain; And, through the cranks and offices of man, The strongest nerves and small inferior veins 145 From me receive that natural competency Whereby they live. And though that all at once, You, my good friends”—this says the belly, mark me— SECOND CITIZEN Ay, sir, well, well. 150 MENENIUS “Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each, Yet I can make my audit up, that all From me do back receive the flour of all, And leave me but the bran.” What say you to ’t? 155 SECOND CITIZEN It was an answer. How apply you this? MENENIUS The senators 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 160 No public 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 assembly? SECOND CITIZEN I the great toe? Why the great toe? 165 MENENIUS For that, being one o’ th’ lowest, basest, poorest, Of this most wise rebellion, thou goest foremost. Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run, Lead’st first to win some vantage. But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs. 170 Rome and her rats are at the point of battle; The one side must have bale. | In the fable, Menenius compares Rome to a human body. The Senate is like the stomach and the common people are like the other body parts. The stomach is in charge of collecting all the food before dispersing the nutrients to the rest of the body, just like the Senate is in charge of collecting the city's grain and dispersing it to the people. Menenius points out that the people of Rome (a.k.a. body parts) are being fed but they just don't realize it. (Get your highlighters out kids because this is important. Literary critics and historians call this story the "fable of the belly." Go to "Symbols" for the deets.) Menenius is an awesome politician slash story teller so he's soon got the plebeians eating out of the palm of his hands (metaphorically) and forgetting all about how literally hungry they are. |
Enter Caius Martius.
Hail, noble Martius. | But, just as it's looking like Menenius has got the angry mob calmed down, in walks Caius Martius. |
MARTIUS Thanks.—What’s the matter, you dissentious rogues, That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, 175 Make yourselves scabs? SECOND CITIZEN We have ever your good word. MARTIUS He that will give good words to thee will flatter Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs, That like nor peace nor war? The one affrights you; 180 The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; Where foxes, geese. You are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is 185 To make him worthy whose offense subdues him, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate; and your affections are A sick man’s appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends 190 Upon your favors swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang you! Trust you? With every minute you do change a mind And call him noble that was now your hate, 195 Him vile that was your garland. What’s the matter, That in these several places of the city You cry against the noble senate, who, Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else Would feed on one another?—What’s their seeking? 200 MENENIUS For corn at their own rates, whereof they say The city is well stored. MARTIUS Hang ’em! They say? They’ll sit by th’ fire and presume to know What’s done i’ th’ Capitol, who’s like to rise, 205 Who thrives, and who declines; side factions and give out Conjectural marriages, making parties strong And feebling such as stand not in their liking Below their cobbled shoes. They say there’s grain 210 enough? Would the nobility lay aside their ruth And let me use my sword, I’d make a quarry With thousands of these quartered slaves as high As I could pick my lance. 215 MENENIUS Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded; For though abundantly they lack discretion, Yet are they passing cowardly. But I beseech you, What says the other troop? MARTIUS They are dissolved. Hang 220 ’em! They said they were an-hungry, sighed forth proverbs That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat, That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent 225 not Corn for the rich men only. With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them—a strange one, 230 To break the heart of generosity And make bold power look pale—they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o’ th’ moon, Shouting their emulation. | Instead of sweet talking the angry mob that wants to tear him to shreds, Caius Martius insults and berates them. He calls them a bunch of "rogues," "scabs," and "curs," and accuses them of being fickle cowards who have got no business in politics. This guy needs some PR training STAT. |
MENENIUS What is granted them? MARTIUS Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms, Of their own choice. One’s Junius Brutus, Sicinius Velutus, and I know not. ’Sdeath! The rabble should have first unroofed the city 240 Ere so prevailed with me. It will in time Win upon power and throw forth greater themes For insurrection’s arguing. MENENIUS This is strange. MARTIUS Go get you home, you fragments. 245 | Next, Caius Martius delivers the news that, back at the Capitol, the Senate has decided to let the plebeians have five tribunes to represent their political interests. Brain Snack: In ancient Rome, tribunes were elected officials. The point of having them was to protect the
common people from getting their rights trampled all over by the upper classes, who controlled the government. Two of the newly elected tribunes are guys named Sicinius Velutus and Junius Brutus. We're going to be getting friendly with them, so let's just say Sicinius and Brutus. Caius Martius lets everyone know that he's totally disgusted that the "vulgar" "rabble" now has a group of tribunes to represent them. Ooh, that'll go over well. |
Enter a Messenger hastily. MESSENGER Where’s Caius Martius? MARTIUS Here. What’s the matter? MESSENGER The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms. | Just then, a Messenger (conveniently named "Messenger") rushes in with news that the "Volsces," led by a dude named Tullus Aufidius, are getting ready to invade Rome. Brain Snack: Historically, these some of ancient Rome's biggest enemies. You can read more about them here. |
MARTIUS I am glad on ’t. Then we shall ha’ means to vent Our musty superfluity. 250 | Caius Martius thinks a war between Rome and the Volscians sounds rad.
It'll be a great opportunity for Rome to get rid of a bunch of "musty"
plebeians who will likely die in battle. |
Enter Sicinius Velutus, Junius Brutus, (two Tribunes); Cominius, Titus Lartius, with other Senators. See our best elders. FIRST SENATORMartius, ’tis true that you have lately told us: The Volsces are in arms. | Now a bunch of Roman senators troop in wanting to know what's up with the Volscians. |
MARTIUS They have a leader, Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to ’t. 255 I sin in envying his nobility, And, were I anything but what I am, I would wish me only he. COMINIUS You have fought together? MARTIUS Were half to half the world by th’ ears and he 260 Upon my party, I’d revolt, to make Only my wars with him. He is a lion That I am proud to hunt. | Caius Martius tells everyone that the Volscian leader, Tullus Aufidius,
is one bad dude. He adds that he totally respects him and absolutely
cannot wait to go toe-to-toe with the guy in battle. |
FIRST SENATOR Then, worthy Martius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars. 265 COMINIUS It is your former promise. MARTIUS Sir, it is, And I am constant.—Titus Lartius, thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus’ face. What, art thou stiff? Stand’st out? 270 LARTIUS No, Caius Martius, I’ll lean upon one crutch and fight with t’ other Ere stay behind this business. MENENIUS O, true bred! FIRST SENATOR Your company to th’ Capitol, where I know 275 Our greatest friends attend us. LARTIUS, to Cominius Lead you on.— To Martius. Follow Cominius. We must follow you; Right worthy you priority. COMINIUS Noble Martius. 280 FIRST SENATOR, to the Citizens Hence to your homes, begone. MARTIUS Nay, let them follow. The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither To gnaw their garners. | The Senators declare that a guy named Cominius is going to be Rome's
military leader against the Volsces. Caius Martius will be his
lieutenant. |
Citizens steal away.
Worshipful mutineers, 285
Your valor puts well forth.—Pray follow.
They exit. Sicinius
and Brutus remain. | Everyone except for the newly elected tribunes Sicinius and Brutus leaves the stage to prep for war. |
SICINIUS Was ever man so proud as is this Martius? BRUTUS He has no equal. SICINIUS When we were chosen tribunes for the people— BRUTUS Marked you his lip and eyes? 290 SICINIUS Nay, but his taunts. BRUTUS Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods— SICINIUS Bemock the modest moon. BRUTUS The present wars devour him! He is grown Too proud to be so valiant. 295 SICINIUS Such a nature, Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow Which he treads on at noon. But I do wonder His insolence can brook to be commanded Under Cominius. | Since they're alone now, our new tribunes throw some shade at Caius
Martius. The tribunes think the guy needs to be taken down a notch. They
also doubt he'll be a good lieutenant since he hates taking orders from
others. |
BRUTUS Fame, at the which he aims, In whom already he’s well graced, cannot Better be held nor more attained than by A place below the first; for what miscarries Shall be the General’s fault, though he perform 305 To th’ utmost of a man, and giddy censure Will then cry out of Martius “O, if he Had borne the business!” SICINIUS Besides, if things go well, Opinion that so sticks on Martius shall 310 Of his demerits rob Cominius. BRUTUS Come. Half all Cominius’ honors are to Martius, Though Martius earned them not, and all his faults To Martius shall be honors, though indeed 315 In aught he merit not. SICINIUS Let’s hence and hear How the dispatch is made, and in what fashion, More than his singularity, he goes Upon this present action. 320 BRUTUS Let’s along. They exit. | Sicinius and Brutus declare that Caius Martius is a "fame" monger and that he's going to get all the credit if Rome wins the war. |