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.