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The Tragedie of Coriolanus. 9
993Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Valeria.
994How now (my as faire as Noble) Ladyes, and the Moone
995were shee Earthly, no Nobler; whither doe you follow
998ches: for the loue of Iuno let's goe.
999Menen. Ha? Martius comming home?
1001approbation.
1002Menen. Take my Cappe Iupiter, and I thanke thee:
1003hoo, Martius comming home?
10042. Ladies. Nay, 'tis true.
1005Volum. Looke, here's a Letter from him, the State hath
1006another, his Wife another, and (I thinke) there's one at
1007home for you.
1009A Letter for me?
1012uen yeeres health; in which time, I will make a Lippe at
1014is but Emperickqutique; and to this Preseruatiue, of no
1015better report then a Horse-drench. Is he not wounded?
1016he was wont to come home wounded?
1017Virgil. Oh no, no, no.
1018Volum. Oh, he is wounded, I thanke the Gods for't.
1019Menen. So doe I too, if it be not too much: brings a
1020Victorie in his Pocket? the wounds become him.
1021Volum. On's Browes: Menenius, hee comes the third
1022time home with the Oaken Garland.
1024Volum. Titus Lartius writes, they fought together, but
1026Menen. And 'twas time for him too, Ile warrant him
1030Volum. Good Ladies let's goe. Yes, yes, yes: The
1031Senate ha's Letters from the Generall, wherein hee giues
1032my Sonne the whole Name of the Warre: he hath in this
1033action out-done his former deeds doubly.
1036out his true purchasing.
1037Virgil. The Gods graunt them true.
1038Volum. True? pow waw.
1041is comming home: hee ha's more cause to be prowd:
1042where is he wounded?
1043Volum. Ith' Shoulder, and ith' left Arme: there will be
1046hurts ith' Body.
1047Mene. One ith' Neck, and two ith' Thigh, there's nine
1048that I know.
1050fiue Wounds vpon him.
1052Enemies Graue. Hearke, the Trumpets.
1053 A showt, and flourish.
1055Before him, hee carryes Noyse;
1056And behinde him, hee leaues Teares:
1057Death, that darke Spirit, in's neruie Arme doth lye,
1058Which being aduanc'd, declines, and then men dye.
1059A Sennet. Trumpets sound.
1060Enter Cominius the Generall, and Titus Latius: be-
1061tweene them Coriolanus, crown'd with an Oaken
1062Garland, with Captaines and Soul-
1063diers, and a Herauld.
1065Within Corioles Gates: where he hath wonne,
1066With Fame, a Name to Martius Caius:
1067These in honor followes Martius Caius Coriolanus.
1068Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus.
1069Sound. Flourish.
1070All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus.
1072now no more.
1073Com. Looke, Sir, your Mother.
1074Coriol. Oh! you haue, I know, petition'd all the Gods
1076Volum. Nay, my good Souldier, vp:
1077My gentle Martius, worthy Caius,
1078And by deed-atchieuing Honor newly nam'd,
1079What is it (Coriolanus) must I call thee?
1080But oh, thy Wife.
1084Such eyes the Widowes in Carioles were,
1085And Mothers that lacke Sonnes.
1086Mene. Now the Gods Crowne thee.
1088Volum. I know not where to turne.
1089Oh welcome home: and welcome Generall,
1090And y'are welcome all.
1092I could weepe, and I could laugh,
1093I am light, and heauie; welcome:
1094A Curse begin at very root on's heart,
1095That is not glad to see thee.
1096Yon are three, that Rome should dote on:
1097Yet by the faith of men, we haue
1098Some old Crab-trees here at home,
1099That will not be grafted to your Rallish.
1100Yet welcome Warriors:
1101Wee call a Nettle, but a Nettle;
1102And the faults of fooles, but folly.
1103Com. Euer right.
1104Cor. Menenius, euer, euer.
1105Herauld. Giue way there, and goe on.
1106Cor. Your Hand, and yours?
1109From whom I haue receiu'd not onely greetings,
1110But with them, change of Honors.
1111Volum. I haue liued,
1113And the Buildings of my Fancie:
1114Onely there's one thing wanting,
1115Which (I doubt not) but our Rome
1116Will cast vpon thee.
1117Cor. Know, good Mother,
1118I had rather be their seruant in my way,
1119Then sway with them in theirs.
1121 Exeunt in State, as before.
Enter