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.

The people's enemy is gone, is gone!

List to your tribunes. Audience: peace, I say!

Very well.

I shall inform them.

I have.

I have; 'tis ready.

With old Menenius, and those senators
That always favour'd him.

He's coming.

Peace, peace!