Rome. A street.
Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, clubs, and other weapons
Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.
You are all resolved rather to die than to famish?
5First, you know Caius Martius is chief enemy to the people.
We know’t, we know’t.
Let us kill him, and we’ll have corn at our own price.
Is’t a verdict?
No more talking on’t; let it be done: away, away!
10One word, good citizens.
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;
15but 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
20speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.
Would you proceed especially against Caius Martius?