Enter the two Tribunes, Sicinius, and Brutus. Sicin. We heare not of him, neither need we fear him, His remedies are tame, the present peace, And quietnesse of the people, which before Were in wilde hurry. Heere do we make his Friends Blush, that the world goes well: who rather had, Though they themselues did suffer by't, behold Dissentious numbers pestring streets, then see Our Tradesmen singing in their shops, and going About their Functions friendly. Enter Menenius. Bru. We stood too't in good time. Is this Menenius? Sicin. 'Tis he, 'tis he: O he is grown most kind of late: Haile Sir Mene. Haile to you both Sicin. Your Coriolanus is not much mist, but with his Friends: the Commonwealth doth stand, and so would do, were he more angry at it Mene. All's well, and might haue bene much better, if he could haue temporiz'd Sicin. Where is he, heare you? Mene. Nay I heare nothing: His Mother and his wife, heare nothing from him. Enter three or foure Citizens. All. The Gods preserue you both Sicin. Gooden our Neighbours Bru. Gooden to you all, gooden to you all 1 Our selues, our wiues, and children, on our knees, Are bound to pray for you both Sicin. Liue, and thriue Bru. Farewell kinde Neighbours: We wisht Coriolanus had lou'd you as we did All. Now the Gods keepe you Both Tri. Farewell, farewell. Exeunt. Citizens Sicin. This is a happier and more comely time, Then when these Fellowes ran about the streets, Crying Confusion Bru. Caius Martius was A worthy Officer i'th' Warre, but Insolent, O'recome with Pride, Ambitious, past all thinking Selfe-louing Sicin. And affecting one sole Throne, without assista[n]ce Mene. I thinke not so Sicin. We should by this, to all our Lamention, If he had gone forth Consull, found it so Bru. The Gods haue well preuented it, and Rome Sits safe and still, without him. Enter an aedile. Aedile. Worthy Tribunes, There is a Slaue whom we haue put in prison, Reports the Volces with two seuerall Powers Are entred in the Roman Territories, And with the deepest malice of the Warre, Destroy, what lies before' em Mene. 'Tis Auffidius, Who hearing of our Martius Banishment, Thrusts forth his hornes againe into the world Which were In-shell'd, when Martius stood for Rome, And durst not once peepe out Sicin. Come, what talke you of Martius Bru. Go see this Rumorer whipt, it cannot be, The Volces dare breake with vs Mene. Cannot be? We haue Record, that very well it can, And three examples of the like, hath beene Within my Age. But reason with the fellow Before you punish him, where he heard this, Least you shall chance to whip your Information, And beate the Messenger, who bids beware Of what is to be dreaded Sicin. Tell not me: I know this cannot be Bru. Not possible. Enter a Messenger. Mes. The Nobles in great earnestnesse are going All to the Senate-house: some newes is comming That turnes their Countenances