Sicinius

We hear not of him, neither need we fear him;

His remedies are tame: 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 singing in their shops and going

About their functions friendly.

Brutus

We stood to't in good time. EnterMenenius. 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 missed, 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. Enter three or four Citizens.

Citizens

The gods preserve you both!

Sicinius

God-den, our neighbours.

Brutus

God-den to you all, god-den to you all.

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 wished Coriolanus

Had loved you as we did.

Citizens

Now the gods keep you

Both Tribunes

Farewell, farewell. Exeunt Citizens.

Sicinius

This is a happier and more comely time

Than when these fellows ran about the streets,

Crying confusion.

Brutus

Caius Marcius was

A worthy officer i' the war; but insolent,

o'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking,

Self-loving,

Sicinius

And affecting one sole throne,

Without assistance.

Menenius

I think not so.

Sicinius

We should by this, to all our lamentation,

If he had gone forth consul, found it so.

Brutus

The gods have well prevented it, and Rome

Sits safe and still without him. Enter an AEdile.

Aedile

Worthy tribunes,

There is a slave, whom we have put in prison,

Reports, the Volsces with two several powers

Are entered in the Roman territories,

And with the deepest malice of the war

Destroy what lies before 'em.

Menenius

'Tis Aufidius,

Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment,

Thrusts forth his horns again into the world;

Which were inshelled when Marcius stood for Rome,

And durst not once peep out.

Sicinius

Come, what talk you

Of Marcius?

Brutus

Go see this rumourer whipped. It cannot be

The Volsces dare break with us.

Menenius

Cannot be!

We have record that very well it can,

And three examples of the like hath been

Within my age. But reason with the fellow,

Before you punish him, where he heard this,

Lest you shall chance to whip your information

And beat the messenger who bids beware

Of what is to be dreaded.

Sicinius

Tell not me:

I know this cannot be.

Brutus

Not possible. Enter a Messenger.

Messenger

The nobles in great earnestness are going

All to the senatehouse: some news is coming

That turns their countenances.

Sicinius

'Tis this slave;

Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes: his raising;

Nothing but his report.

Messenger

Yes, worthy sir,

The slave's report is seconded; and more,

More fearful, is delivered.

Sicinius

What more fearful?

Messenger

It is spoke freely out of many mouths,

How probable I do not know, that Marcius,

Joined with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome,

And vows revenge as spacious as between

The young'st and oldest thing.

Sicinius

This is most likely!

Brutus

Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish

Good Marcius home again.

Sicinius

The very trick on't.

Menenius

This is unlikely:

He and Aufidius can no more atone

Than violentest contrariety. Enter a second Messenger.

Messenger

You are sent for to the senate:

A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius

Associated with Aufidius, rages

Upon our territories; and have already

o'erborne their way, consumed with fire, and took

What lay before them. Enter COMINIUS.

Cominius

O, you have made good work?

Menenius

What news? what news?

Cominius

You have holp to ravish your own daughters and

To melt the city leads upon your pates,

To see your wives dishonoured to your noses,

Menenius

What's the news? what's the news?

Cominius

Your temples burned in their cement, and

Your franchises, whereon you stood, confined

Into an auger's bore.

Menenius

Pray now, your news?

You have made fair work, I fear me. Pray, your news?

If Marcius should be joined wi' th' Volscians,

Cominius

If!

He is their god: he leads them like a thing

Made by some other deity than nature,

That shapes man better; and they follow him,

Against us brats, with no less confidence

Than boys pursuing summer butterflies,

Or butchers killing flies.

Menenius

You have made good work,

You and your apron-men; you that stood so much

Upon the voice of occupation and

The breath of garlic-eaters!

Cominius

He'll shake

Your Rome about your ears.

Menenius

As Hercules

Did shake down mellow fruit. You have made fair work!

Brutus

But is this true, sir?

Cominius

Ay; and you'll look pale

Before you find it other. All the regions

Do smilingly revolt; and who resists

Are mocked for valiant ignorance,

And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame him?

Your enemies and his find something in him.

Menenius

We are all undone, unless

The noble man have mercy.

Cominius

Who shall ask it?

The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people

Deserve such pity of him as the wolf

Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they

Should say “Be good to Rome,” they charged him even

As those should do that had deserved his hate

And therein showed like enemies.

Menenius

'Tis true:

If he were putting to my house the brand

That should consume it, I have not the face

To say “Beseech you, cease.” You have made fair hands,

You and your crafts! you have crafted fair!

Cominius

You have brought

A trembling upon Rome, such as was never

s' incapable of help.

Both Tribunes

Say not we brought it.

Menenius

How! Was't we? we loved him; but, like beasts

And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters,

Who did hoot him out o' the city.

Cominius

But I fear

They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,

The second name of men, obeys his points

As if he were his officer: desperation

Is all the policy, strength and defence,

That Rome can make against them. Enter a troop of Citizens.

Menenius

Here come the clusters.

And is Aufidius with him? You are they

That made the air unwholesome, when you cast

Your stinking greasy caps in hooting at

Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming;

And not a hair upon a soldier's head

Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs

As you threw caps up will he tumble down,

And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter;

If he could burn us all into one coal,

We have deserved it.

Citizens

Faith, we hear fearful news.

Citizen

For mine own part,

When I said, banish him, I said, 'twas pity.

Citizen

And so did I.

Citizen

And so did I; and, to say the truth, so did very many of us: that we did, we did for the best; and though we willingly consented to his banishment, yet it was against our will.

Cominius

Y' are goodly things, you voices!

Menenius

You have made

Good work, you and your cry Shall's to the Capitol?

Cominius

O, ay, what else? Exeunt Cominius and Menenius.

Sicinius

Go, masters, get you home; be not dismayed:

These are a side that would be glad to have

This true which they so seem to fear. Go home,

And show no sign of fear.

Citizen

The gods be good to us! Come, masters, let's home. I ever said we were i' the wrong when we banished him.

Citizen

So did we all. But, come, let's home.

Brutus

I do not like this news.

Sicinius

Nor I.

Brutus

Let's to the Capitol. Would half my wealth

Would buy this for a lie!

Sicinius

Pray, let's go. Exeunt.