[Trumpets, hautboys, drums beat, all together.]
The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes,
Tabors and cymbals, and the shouting Romans
Make the sun dance. Hark you!
[A shout within.]
MENENIUS.
This is good news.
I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia
Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians
A city full; of tribunes such as you
A sea and land full. You have prayed well today.
This morning for ten thousand of your throats
I’d not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy!
[Sound still with the shouts.]
SICINIUS.
First, the gods bless you for your tidings; next, accept my thankfulness.
SECOND MESSENGER.
Sir, we have all great cause to give great thanks.
SICINIUS.
They are near the city?
MESSENGER.
Almost at point to enter.
SICINIUS.
We’ll meet them, and help the joy.