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In honour follows, Coriolanus:-
All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus !
Cor. No more of this; it does offend my heart;
Look, sir, your mother,—
0! You have, I know, petition'd all the gods For my prosperity.
Nay, my good soldier, up;
My gracious silence, hail 23 ! Would'st thou have laugh’d, had I come coffin'd
Now the gods crown thee! Cor. And live you yet?-O my sweet lady, pardon.
[To Valeria, Vol. I know not where to turn :- welcome
home; And welcome, general;-—And you are welcome all.
Men. A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep, And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy: Welcome: : 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,
Your hand, and yours:
[To his wife and mother. Ere in our own house I do shade
I have liy'd
Know, good mother,
with them in theirs. Com.
On, to the Capitol. [Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as
before. The Tribunes come forward. Bru. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared
Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck,
On the sudden,
Then our office may,
Sic. He cannot temperately transport his honours 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 honours; Which that he'll give them, make I as little question As he is proud to do't. Bru.
I heard him swear, Were he to stand for consul, never would he
Appear i'the market-place, nor on him put
I wish no better,
'Tis most like, he will.
So it must fall out
This, as you say, suggested At some time when his soaring insolence Shall teach the people, (which time shall not want, If he be put upon't; and that's as easy, As to set dogs on sheep,) will be his fire
To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze
Enter a Messenger.
What's the matter?
Let's to the Capitol;
Have with you. [Exeunt.
Enter two Officers, to lay cushions. i Of. Come, come, they are almost here: How many stand for consulships?
2 Off. Three, they say: but 'tis thought of every one, Coriolanus will carry it.
i Off. That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance proud, and loves not the common people.