VOLSCE.
It is so, sir. Truly, I have forgot you.
ROMAN.
I am a Roman, and my services are, as you are, against ’em. Know you me yet?
VOLSCE.
Nicanor, no?
ROMAN.
The same, sir.
VOLSCE.
You had more beard when I last saw you, but your favour is well approved by your tongue. What’s the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volscian state to find you out there. You have well saved me a day’s journey.
ROMAN.
There hath been in Rome strange insurrections, the people against the senators, patricians, and nobles.
VOLSCE.
Hath been? Is it ended, then? Our state thinks not so. They are in a most warlike preparation and hope to come upon them in the heat of their division.
ROMAN.
The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing would make it flame again; for the nobles receive so to heart the banishment of that worthy Coriolanus that they are in a ripe aptness to take all power from the people and to pluck from them their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can tell you, and is almost mature for the violent breaking out.
VOLSCE.
Coriolanus banished?
ROMAN.
Banished, sir.