FIRST SERVINGMAN. Let me have war, say I. It exceeds peace as far as day does night. It’s sprightly walking, 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! [_Exeunt._] SCENE VI. Rome. A public place Enter the two Tribunes. Sicinius and Brutus. 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 pest’ring streets than see Our tradesmen singing in their shops and going About their functions friendly. BRUTUS. We stood to’t in good time. Enter Menenius. Is this Menenius? SICINIUS. ’Tis he, ’tis he. O, he is grown most kind Of late.—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. ALL CITIZENS. The gods preserve you both! SICINIUS. Good e’en, our neighbours. BRUTUS. Good e’en to you all, good e’en 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 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 Martius was A worthy officer i’ th’ 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.