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 die. A Sennet.1 Trumpets sound. Enter COMINIUS and TITUS LARTIUS; between them, CORIOLANUS, crowned with an oaken garland; with Captains, Soldiers, and Herald. Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight Within Corioli's gates, where he hath won, Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! [florish. All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus ! Cor. No more of this; it does offend my heart: Pray now, no more. Com. Cor. Look, sir, your mother, You have, I know, petition'd all the gods For my prosperity. Vol. Nay, my good soldier, up; My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and By deed-achieving honor newly named, What is it? Coriolanus, must I call thee? But, O, thy wife, Cor. 2 O! [kneels. My gracious silence, hail' 1 Florish on cornets. 2 Graceful. Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home, That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah, my dear, And mothers that lack sons. Men. Now the gods crown thee! Cor. And live you yet?-O my sweet lady, par don. [to Valeria. Vol. I know not where to turn.- O welcome home; And welcome, general; and you are welcome all. weep, I could And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy. Wel come: A curse begin at very root of his heart, That is not glad to see thee! You are three, That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith of men, We have some old crab-trees here at home, that will not Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors: We call a nettle but a nettle, and The faults of fools but folly. Ere in our own house I do shade my head, From whom I have received not only greetings, Vol. To see inherited my very wishes, I have lived And the buildings of my fancy: only there Cor. Know, good mother, I had rather be their servant in my way, Than sway with them in theirs. Com. On, to the Capitol. [florish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as before. The Tribunes remain. Bru. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him: your prattling nurse 1 While she chats him: the kitchen malkin 1 pins Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges horsed In earnestness to see him: seld-shown flamens 1 Wench. 3. Greasy. 2 Lockram was a kind of cheap linen. 4 Priests seldom seen. Their nicely-gauded 1 cheeks, to the wanton spoil Sic. I warrant him consul. Bru. On the sudden, Then our office may, During his power, go sleep. Sic. He cannot temperately transport his honors From where he should begin and end; but will Lose those that he hath 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 honors; Which that he'll give them, make as little question As he is proud to do 't. Bru. I heard him swear, Were he to stand for consul, never would he Nor, showing (as the manner is) his wounds Sic. "Tis right. Bru. It was his word. O, he would miss it, rather 1 Adorned. Than carry it, but by the suit o' the gentry to him, And the desire of the nobles. Sic. I wish no better, Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it Sic. It shall be to him then, as our good wills; 1 A sure destruction. Bru. So it must fall out To him, or our authorities. For an end, 2 We must suggest the people, in what hatred Have made them mules, silenced their pleaders, and Of no more soul, nor fitness for the world, Than camels in their war; who have their provand3 Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows For sinking under them. Sic. This, as you say, suggested At some time when his soaring insolence Shall teach the people, (which time shall not want, As to set dogs on sheep) will be his fire 1 As our advantage requires.-M. Masɔ. For provender. |