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a horse-drench. Is he not wounded? he was wont to come home wounded.

Vir. Oh no, no, no.
Vol, Oh, he is wounded, I thank the Gods for’t.

Men. So do I too, if he be not too much; brings he a victory in his pocket, the wounds become him.

Vol. On's brows, Menenius ; he comes the third time home with the oaken garland.

Men. Hath he disciplin'd Aufidius soundly?

Vol. Titus Lartius writes, they fought together, but Aufidius got off.

Men. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that: if he had staid by him, I would not have been so fidius'd for all the chefis in Corioli, and the gold that's in them. Is the Senate poffest 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 out-done his former deeds doubly.

Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.

Men. Wondrous! ay, I warrant ycu, and not without his true purchasing

Vir. The Gods grant them true!
Vol. True? pow waw.

Men. True?" I'll be sworn they are true. Where is he wounded? God save 3 'their good Worships a! Martius is coming home; he has more cause to be proud: --where is he wounded?

4' Val.' I'th' shoulder, and is th' left arm; there will be large cicatrices to shew the people, when he shall stand for his place. He receiv'd in the repulse of Tarquin seven hurts i th’ body.

Men. One i'ch' neck, sland one tool i'ch' thigh ; there's nine that I know.

Vol. He had, before his last expedition, twenty five wounds upon him. VOL. V.

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Men. Now 'tis twenty seven: every galh was an ence my's grave. Hark, the trumpets. [X shout and flourish.

Vol. These are th' ushers of Martius; before him He carries noise, . 'behind him he leaves tears: Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lye, Which being advanc'd declines, and then men die. SCENE

NE III. Trumpets found. Enter Cominius the General and Titus

Lartius; between them Coriolanus, crown'd with an oaken garland, with Captains and Soldiers, and a Herald.

Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Martius did fight Within Corioli gates, where he hath won, With fame, a name to Caius Martius. Welcome to Rome, renown's Coriolanus !

[Sound. Flourish. All. Welcome to Rome, renown'd Coriolanus !

Cor. No more of this, it does offend my heart; Pray now, no more.

Com. Look, Sir, your mother.

Cor. Oh!
You have, I know, petition'd all the Gods
For my prosperity.

[Kneels. Vol. Nay, my soldier, up: My gentle Martius, ''my worthy' Caius,

sideed-atchieved' honour newly nam’d, What is it, Coriolanus, must I call thee? But oh, thy wife

Cor. My gracious silence, hail! Would'st thou have laugh’d, had I come coffin'd home, That weep'st to see me triumph? ah, my dear, Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear, And mothers that lack sons. Men. Now the Gods crown thee!

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Cor. And live you yet?-O my sweet Lady, pardon.

[To Val. Vol. I know not where to turn. O welcome home; And welcome, General! y’are welcome all.

Men. A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep,
And I could laugh, I'm light and heavy ; welcome!
A curse begin at very root on's heart
That is not glad to see thee! You are three
That Rome should dote on: yet by the faith of men,
We've some old crab-trees here at home, that will not
Be grafted to your relish. Welcome, warriors !
We call a nettle, but a nettle, and
The faults of fools, but folly.

Com. Ever right.
Cor. Menenius, ever, ever.
Her. Give way there, and go on.

Cor. Your hand, and yours.
Ere in our own house I do fhade my head,
The good Patricians must be visited,
From whom I have receiv'd not only greetings,
But with them, ' ' charge of "honour.

Vol. I have lived,
To see inherited my very wishes,
And buildings of my fancy; only one thing
Is wanting, which I doubt not but our Rome
Will cast upon thee.

Cor. Know, good mother, I
Had rather be their servant in my way,
Than (way with them in theirs.
Com. On, to the Capitol. (Flourish. Cornets.

[Exeunt in sitate, as before.

SC E NE IV.
Enter Brutus and Sicinius.

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Are spectacled to see him. Your pratling nurse

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Into a rapture lets her baby cry,
While she chats him: the kitchen maukin pins
Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck,
Clambring the walls to eye him; stalls, bulks, windows,
Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd
With variable complexions ; all agreeing
In earnestnefs to see him : feld-shown Flamens
Do'press among the popular throngs, and puff
To win a vulgar station; our veild dames
Commit the war of white and damask in
Their nicely gawded cheeks, to th’ wanton spoil
Of Phæbus° burning kisses ; such a pother,
As if that whatsoever God who leads him,
Were Nily crept into his human powers,
And gave him graceful posture.

Sic. On the sudden,
I warrant him Consul.

Bru. Then our office may,
During his power, go neep.

Sic. He cannot temp'rately transport his honours,
From where he should begin and end, but will
Lose those he'ath won.

Bru. In that there's comfort.

Sic. Doubt not
The commoners, for whom we stand, but they
Upon their ancient malice will forget
With the least cause these his new honours ; which
That he will give, make I as little question
As he is proud to do’t.

Bru. I heard him twear,
Were he to stand for Consul, never would he
Appear i'th' market-place, nor on himn put
The napless vesture of humility,
Nor shewing, as the manner is, his wounds
To th' people, beg their stinking breaths.

Sic. 'Tis right,

Bru. It was his word: oh, he would miss it, rather Than carry it, but by the suit o'th' Gentry,

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And the desire oth' Nobles.

Sic. I wish no better,
Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it
In execution.

Bru. 'Tis most like he will.

Sic. It shall be to him then, as our good wills ; A sure destruction.

Bru. So it must fall out To him, or our authorities. For " lour' end, We muit suggest the people, in what hatred He still hath held them; that to's power he would Have made them mules, filenc'd their pleaders, and Disproperty'd their freedoms : holding them, In human action and capacity, Of no more soul nor fitness for the world, Than camels in 3 'the war, who have their provender Only for bearing burthens, and fore blows For sinking under them.

Sic. This, as you say, suggested At some time when his soaring insolence Shall • 'touch the people, (which time shall not want, If he be put upon't, and that's as easie, As to set dogs on sheep) will be the fire To kindle their dry stubble ; and their blaze Shall darken him for ever.

Enter a Messenger.
Bru. What's the matter?

Mef. You're sent for to the Capitol: 'tis thought
That Martius shall be Conful: I have seen
The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind
To hear him speak; the matrons Aung their gloves,
Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchiefs,
Upon him as he pass’d'; the Nobles bended
As to Jove's statue, and the Commons made
A shower and thunder with their caps and shouts :
I never saw the like,

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