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The Tragedy of Coriolanus, II. i

By deed-achieving honour newly nam'd,—

What is it?—Coriolanus must I call thee?

But O! thy wife!—

Cor. My gracious silence, hail!

Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home,

That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah! my dear,

Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,

And mothers that lack sons.

Men. Now, the gods crown thee!

Cor. And live you yet? [To Valeria.] O my sweet

lady, pardon.

Vol. I know not where to turn: O! welcome home;

And welcome, general; and y' 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 on 's 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.

Com. Ever right.

Cor. Menenius, ever, ever.

Her. Give way there, and go on!

Cor. [To Volumnia and Virgilia.] Your hand, and yours:

Ere in our own house I do shade my head,

The good patricians must be visited;

From whom I have receiv'd not only greetings,

 194 My gracious silence; cf. n.

200 I turn: cf. n.

204 begin; cf. n.

207 crab-trees: crabapple trees, i.e. the sour tribunes

208 Be relish: be brought to taste like you

211 Menenius ever: still the same Menenius

