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.
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
Sicin. 'Tis this Slaue: Go whip him fore the peoples eyes: His raising, Nothing but his report
Mes. Yes worthy Sir, The Slaues report is seconded, and more More fearfull is deliuer'd
Sicin. What more fearefull? Mes. It is spoke freely out of many mouths, How probable I do not know, that Martius Ioyn'd with Auffidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome, And vowes Reuenge as spacious, as betweene The yong'st and oldest thing
Sicin. This is most likely
Bru. Rais'd onely, that the weaker sort may wish Good Martius home againe
Sicin. The very tricke on't
Mene. This is vnlikely, He, and Auffidius can no more attone Then violent'st Contrariety. Enter Messenger.
Mes. You are sent for to the Senate: A fearefull Army, led by Caius Martius, Associated with Auffidius, Rages Vpon our Territories, and haue already O're-borne their way, consum'd with fire, and tooke What lay before them. Enter Cominius.
Com. Oh you haue made good worke
Mene. What newes? What newes? Com. You haue holp to rauish your owne daughters, & To melt the Citty Leades vpon your pates, To see your Wiues dishonour'd to your Noses
Mene. What's the newes? What's the newes? Com. Your Temples burned in their Ciment, and Your Franchises, whereon you stood, confin'd Into an Augors boare
Mene. Pray now, your Newes: You haue made faire worke I feare me: pray your newes, If Martius should be ioyn'd with Volceans