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Vol. On's brows: Menenius, he comes the third time home with the oaken garland.
Men. Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly?
Vol. Titus Lartius writes, they fought together, 140 but Aufidius got off.
Men. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that: an he had stayed by him, I would not have been so fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold that's in them.
Is the senate possessed of this ?
! Vol. Good ladies, let's go. Yes, yes, yes; the senate has letters from the general, wherein he gives my son the whole name of the war: he hath in this action outdone his former deeds doubly.
Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.
Men. Wondrous ! ay, I warrant you, and not without his true purchasing.
Vir. The gods grant them true !
Men. True! I'll be sworn they are true. Where is he wounded? [To the Tribunes] God save your good worships ! Marcius is coming 160 home: he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded ?
Vol. I' the shoulder and i' the left arm : there will be large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall stand for his place. He received in the repulse of Tarquin seven hurts i' the body.
Men. One i the neck, and two i the thigh, -there's nine that I know.
Vol. He had, before this last expedition, twenty-five wounds upon him.
Men. Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy's grave. [A shout and flourish.] Hark! the trumpets.
Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius : before him he carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears : Death, that dark spirit, in 's nervy arm doth lie; Which, being advanced, declines, and then men
Trumpets sound. Enter COMINIUS the general, and TITUS LARTIUS; between them, CORIOLANUS, crowned with an oaken garland; with Captains and Soldiers, and a
[Flourish. All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus !
Cor. No more of this; it does offend my heart : Pray now, no more. Com.
Look, sir, your mother! Cor.
0, You have, I know, petition'd all the gods For my prosperity!
Nay, my good soldier, up;
My gracious silence, hail !
home, That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah, my dear,
177. nervy, sinewy. VOL. X
Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,
Now, the gods crown thee !
sweet lady, pardon. Vol. I know not where to turn : 0, welcome
And welcome, general: and ye 're welcome all.
and yours :
Ere in our own house I do shade my head,
I have lived
Know, good mother,
Than sway with them in theirs.
On, to the Capitol ! 220 [Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as
before. Brutus and Sicinius come for
On the sudden,
Then our office may,
Sic. He cannot temperately transport his honours 240 From where he should begin and end, but will Lose those he hath won.
223. rapture, fit.
ib. reechy, grimy.
filamens were priests dedicated to the service of a particular deity, and seen only on rare ceremonial occasions.
233. nicely-gawded, daintily arrayed.
In that there's comfort.
I heard him swear,
'Tis right. Bru. It was his word : O, he would miss it
I wish no better
'Tis most like he will.
So it must fall out
250. The napless vesture of tarch, for suitors to wear a single humility ; this refers to the
garment only. Cf. note, ii. 2. 140. • custon,' described by Plu- 250. napless, threadbare.