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Men. One i' the neck, and two i' the thigh,

there's nine that I know.

Vol. He had, before this last expedition,

twenty-five wounds upon him.

Men. Now, it's twenty-seven: every gash was

an enemy's grave.

Hark! the trumpets.

Vol. These are the ushers of Martius: 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.

Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Martius did fight

Within Corioli gates: where he hath won,

With fame, a name to Caius Martius; these

In honour follows Coriolanus.

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. O!

You have, I know, petition'd all the gods

For my prosperity.

Vol. Nay, my good soldier, up;

My gentle Martius, worthy Caius, and

 170 nine; cf. n.

179 nervy: muscular

180 advanc'd: raised

declines: falls

180 S. d. Sennet: trumpet signal for a procession to move

183 to: added to

