Third Serv. To-morrow; to-day; presently: you shall
have the drum struck up this afternoon: 'tis, as it were, a
parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their
lips. 215
Sec. Serv. Why, then we shall have a stirring world
again. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase[3574]
tailors and breed ballad-makers.
First Serv. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace
as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and[3575] 220
full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy, mull'd,[3576]
deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children[3577]
than war's a destroyer of men.[3578]
Sec. Serv. 'Tis so: and as war, in some sort, may be[3579]
said to be a ravisher, so it cannot be denied but peace is a 225
great maker of cuckolds.
First Serv. Ay, and it makes men hate one another.
Third Serv. Reason; because they then less need one
another. The wars for my money. I hope to see Romans
as cheap as Volscians. They are rising, they are rising. 230
First and Sec. Serv. In, in, in, in! [Exeunt.[3580]
Scene VI. Rome. A public place.[3581]
Enter the two Tribunes, Sicinius and Brutus.