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To-morrow; to-day; presently; you shall have the
drum struck up this afternoon: 'tis, as it were, a
parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they
wipe their lips.
Second Servingman:
Why, then we shall have a stirring world again.
This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase
tailors, and breed ballad-makers.
First Servingman:
Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as
day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and
full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy;
mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more
bastard children than war's a destroyer of men.
Second Servingman:
'Tis so: and as war, in some sort, may be said to
be a ravisher, so it cannot be denied but peace is a
great maker of cuckolds.
First Servingman:
Ay, and it makes men hate one another.
Third Servingman:
Reason; because they then less need one another.
The wars for my money. I hope to see Romans as cheap
as Volscians. They are rising, they are rising.
All:
In, in, in, in!
SICINIUS:
We hear not of him, neither need we fear him;
His remedies are tame i' the present peace
And quietness of the people, which before
Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends
Blush that the world goes well, who rather had,
Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold
Dissentious numbers pestering streets than see
Our tradesmen with in their shops and going
About their functions friendly.
BRUTUS:
We stood to't in good time.
Is this Menenius?
SICINIUS:
'Tis he,'tis he: O, he is grown most kind of late.
Both Tribunes:
Hail sir!
MENENIUS:
Hail to you both!
SICINIUS:
Your Coriolanus
Is not much miss'd, but with his friends:
The commonwealth doth stand, and so would do,
Were he more angry at it.
MENENIUS:
All's well; and might have been much better, if
He could have temporized.
SICINIUS:
Where is he, hear you?
MENENIUS:
Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife
Hear nothing from him.
Citizens:
The gods preserve you both!
SICINIUS:
God-den, our neighbours.
BRUTUS:
God-den to you all, god-den to you all.
First Citizen:
Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees,
Are bound to pray for you both.
SICINIUS:
Live, and thrive!
BRUTUS:
Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish'd Coriolanus
Had loved you as we did.
Citizens:
Now the gods keep you!
Both Tribunes:
Farewell, farewell.