Enter Menenius.
Bru. We stood to 't in good time. Is this Menenius?
Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he. O! he is grown most kind
Of late. Hail, sir!
Men. Hail to you both! 12
Sic. Your Coriolanus is not much miss'd
But with his friends: the commonwealth doth stand,
And so would do, were he more angry at it.
Men. All's well; and might have been much better, if 16
He could have temporiz'd.
Sic. Where is he, hear you?
Men. Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife
Hear nothing from him.
Enter three or four Citizens.
All. The gods preserve you both!
Sic. Good den, our neighbours. 20
Bru. Good den to you all, good den to you all.
1. Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees,
Are bound to pray for you both.
Sic. Live, and thrive!
Bru. Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish'd Coriolanus 24
Had lov'd you as we did.
All. Now the gods keep you!
Both Tri. Farewell, farewell. Exeunt Citizens.
Sic. This is a happier and more comely time
Than when these fellows ran about the streets 28
Crying confusion.
Bru. Caius Martius was
14 But with: except among
27 comely: gracious
29 Crying confusion: shouting for anarchy
