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