do, Were he more angry at it. All's well; and might have been much better, if He could have temporized. Where is he, hear you? Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife Hear nothing from him. The gods preserve you both! God-den, our neighbours. God-den to you all, god-den to you all. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees, Are bound to pray for you both. Live, and thrive! Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish'd Coriolanus Had loved you as we did. Now the gods keep you! Farewell, farewell. This is a happier and more comely time Than when these fellows ran about the streets, Crying confusion. Caius Marcius was A worthy officer i' the war; but insolent, O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking, Self-loving,-- And affecting one sole throne, Without assistance. I think not so. We should by this, to all our lamentation, If he had gone forth consul, found it so. The gods have well prevented it, and Rome Sits safe and still without him. Worthy tribunes, There is a slave, whom we have put in prison, Reports, the Volsces with two several powers Are enter'd in the Roman territories, And with the deepest malice of the war Destroy what lies before 'em. 'Tis Aufidius, Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment, Thrusts forth his horns again into the world; Which were inshell'd when Marcius stood for Rome, And durst not once peep out. Come, what talk you Of Marcius? Go see this rumourer whipp'd. It cannot be The Volsces dare break with us. Cannot be! We have record that very well it can, And three examples of the like have been Within my age. But reason with the fellow, Before you punish him, where he heard this, Lest you shall chance to whip your information And beat the messenger who bids beware Of what is to be dreaded. Tell not me: I know this cannot be. Not possible. The nobles in great earnestness are going All to the senate-house: some news is come That turns their countenances. 'Tis this slave;-- Go whip him, 'fore the people's eyes:--his raising; Nothing but his report. Yes, worthy sir, The slave's report is seconded; and more, More fearful, is deliver'd. What more fearful? It is spoke freely out of many mouths-- How probable I do not know--that Marcius, Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome, And vows revenge as spacious as between The young'st and oldest thing. This is most