SECOND SERVINGMAN: Why, then we shall have a stirring world again. This peace is nothing but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers.

FIRST SERVINGMAN: Let us have war, say I. It exceeds peace as far as day does night. It’s sprightly, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children than war’s a destroyer of men.

SECOND: ‘Tis so; and as war, in some sort, may be said to be a ravisher, so it cannot be denied but peace is a great maker of cuckolds.

FIRST: Ay, and it makes men hate one another.

THIRD SERVINGMAN: Reason: because they then less need one another. The wars for my money.

—Coriolanus IV:v:221-234