Full merrily the humble Bee doth sing,
Till he hath lost his hony, and his sting.

And being once subdu'd in armed taile,

Sweete hony, and sweete notes together faile.

Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted cloathes;
As many as be here of Panders hall,

Your eyes halfe out, weepe out at Pandar's fall:

Or if you cannot weepe, yet give some grones;
Though not for me, yet for your aking bones :
Brethren and sisters of the hold-dore trade,
Some two months hence, my will shall here be made:
It should be now, but that my feare is this:
Some galled Goose of Winchester would hisse :
Till then, Ile sweare, and seeke about for eases;
And at that time bequeath you my diseases.

FINIS.

Exeunt.

The Tragedy of Coriolanus.

Actus Primus. Scana Prima.

Enter a Company of Mutinous Citizens, with Staves, Clubs, and other weapons.

I. Citizen.

Efore we proceed any further, heare me speake.
All. Speake, speake.

1. Cit. You are all resolv'd rather to dy then to famish? All. Resolv'd, resolv'd.

1. Cit. First you know, Caius Martius is chiefe enemy to the people.

All. We know't, we know't.

1. Cit. Let us kill him, and wee❜l have Corne at our own price. Is't a Verdict?

All. No more talking on't; Let it be done, away, away.

2. Cit. One word, good Citizens.

1. Cit. We are accounted poore Citizens, the Patricians good: what Authority surfets one, would releeve us. If they would yeelde us but the superfluitie while it were wholsome, wee might guesse they releeved us humanely: But they thinke we are too deere, the leannesse that afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an inventory to particularize their abundance, our sufferance is a gaine to them. Let us revenge this with our Pikes, ere we become Rakes. For the Gods know, I speake this in hunger for Bread, not in thirst for Revenge.

2. Cit. Would you proceede especially against Caius Martius. All. Against him first: He's a very dog to the Commonalty.

2. Cit. Consider you what Services he ha's done for his Country?

1. Cit. Very well, and could bee content to give him good report for't, but that hee payes himselfe with beeing proud.

All. Nay, but speak not maliciously.

1. Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done Famouslie, he did it to that end; though soft conscienc'd men can be content to say it was for his Countrey, he did it to please his Mother, and to be partly proud, which he is, even to the altitude of his vertue.

2. Cit. What he cannot helpe in his Nature, you account a Vice in him: You must in no way say he is covetous.

1. Cit. If I must not, I neede not be barren of Accusations he hath faults (with surplus) to tyre in repetition. Showts within. What showts are these? The other side a'th City is risen: why stay we prating heere? To th'Capitoll.

All. Come, come.

1 Cit. Soft, who comes heere?

Enter Menenius Agrippa.

2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa, one that hath alwayes lov'd the people.

1 Cit. He's one honest enough, wold al the rest were so. Men. What work's my Countrimen in hand?

Where go you with Bats and Clubs? The matter

Speake I pray you.

2 Cit. Our busines is not unknowne to th’Senat, they have had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do, which now wee'l shew em in deeds: they say poore Suters have strong breaths, they shal know we have strong arms too.

Menen. Why Masters, my good Friends, mine honest Neighbours, will you undo your selves?

2 Cit. We cannot Sir, we are undone already.

Men. I tell you Friends, most charitable care
Have the Patricians of
you for your wants.
Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well