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.