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The Tragedy of Coriolanus, V. iv

Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans,

Make the sun dance. Hark you!

Men. This is good news:

I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia

Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians,

A city full; of tribunes, such as you,

A sea and land full. You have pray'd well to-day:

This morning for ten thousand of your throats

I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy!

Sound still with the shouts.

Sic. First, the gods bless you for your tidings; next,

Accept my thankfulness.

Mess. Sir, we have all

Great cause to give great thanks.

Sic. They are near the city?

Mess. Almost at point to enter.

Sic. We'll meet them,

And help the joy.

Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome!

Call all your tribes together, praise the gods,

And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them:

Unshout the noise that banish'd Martius;

Repeal him with the welcome of his mother;

Cry, 'Welcome, ladies, welcome!'

All. Welcome, ladies,

Welcome! A flourish with drums and trumpets.

[Exeunt.]

 55 Make dance; cf. n.

66 S. d. Cf. n.

69 fires: bonfires

70 Unshout: cancel and retract by your shouts 