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eyes so fast?
to be intomb’d in an ass's pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, Marcius is proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is worth all your predecessors, since Deucalion ; though, peradventure, some of the best of them were hereditary hangmen. Good-e'en to your Worships ; more of your conversation would infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly Plebeians. I will be bold to take my leave of you.
[ Brutus and Sicinius fand afide.
Mex. Ha! Marcius coming home?
Vol. Ay, worthy Menenius, and with most profpe-. rous approbation.
Men. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee hoo, Marcius coming home!
Both. Nay, 'tis true.
Vol. Look, here's a letter from him, the State hath
Vir. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you, I saw't.
Men. A letter for me! it gives me an estate of seven
Men. So do I too, if he be not too much; brings a'
Vol. On's brows, Menenius; he comes the third time, home with the oaken garland.
Men. Hath he disciplin'd Aufidius foundly?
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 cheits 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 outdone his former deeds doubly.
Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.
Men. Wondrous ! ay, I warrant you, and not with out his true purchasing.
Vir. The Gods grant them true !
Where is he wounded? God save your good Worships ;- Marcius is coming home; he has more cause to be proud : where is he wounded ?
[To the Tribunes. Vol. I'th' shoulder, and i' th' left arm; there will be large cicatrices to thew the people, when he shall stand for his place. He receiv'à in the repulse of Tarquir seven hurts i'th' body. (10)
Men. One i'th' neck, and one too i'th' thigh ; there's nine, that I know.
M Bu W Bu
(10) He receiv’d, in the Repulse of Tarquin, Seven Hurts i'th
Body. Men. One i'rb' Neck, and two i'th' Thigh: there's Nine, that I know.] Seven, one, and two, and these make but nine? Surely, we may safely affift Menenius in his Arithmetick. This is a stupid Blunder; but wherever we can account by a probable Reason for the Cause of it, That dilects the Emendation. Here it was easy for a negligent Transcriber to omit the second One as a needless Repetition of the first, and to make a Numeral Word of too.
Vol. He had, before this last expedition, twenty five wounds
him. Men. Now 'tis twenty feven ; every galh was an enemy's Grave. Hark, the trumpets.
[A poout and flourish. Vol. These are the ūshers 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 advanc'd, declines, and then men die. 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 Marcius did fight Within Corioli' gates, where he hath won, With fame, a name to Caius Marcius. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus !
[Sound. 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. My gracious silence, hail!
Men. Now the Gods crown thee!
[To Valeria. 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,
Com. Ever right.
Cor. Your hand, and yours.
Vol. I have lived,
[Exeunt in State, as before.
(1) From whom I have receiv'd not only Greetings,
But, with them, Change of Honours.] Change of HoAours is a very poor Expression, and communicates but a very poor Idea. I have ventur'd to substitute, Charge; i. e. a fresh Charge or Commission. These Words are frequently mistaken for each other.
While the chats him: the kitchen malkin pins
Sic. On the sudden,
Bru. Then our Office may,
Sic. He cannot temp'rately transport his honours,
Bru. In That there's comfort.
Sic. Doubt not,
Brų. I heard him swear,
Sic. 'Tis right.
Bru. It was his word: oh, he would miss it, rather