VALERIA.
In troth, there’s wondrous things spoke of him.
MENENIUS.
Wondrous? Ay, I warrant you, and not without his true purchasing.
VIRGILIA.
The gods grant them true.
VOLUMNIA.
True? Pow, waw!
MENENIUS.
True? I’ll be sworn they are true. Where is he wounded? [To the Tribunes.] God save your good Worships! Martius is coming home; he has more cause to be proud.—Where is he wounded?
VOLUMNIA.
I’ th’ shoulder and i’ th’ left arm. There will be large cicatrices to show the people when he shall stand for his place. He received in the repulse of Tarquin seven hurts i’ th’ body.
MENENIUS.
One i’ th’ neck and two i’ th’ thigh—there’s nine that I know.
VOLUMNIA.
He had, before this last expedition, twenty-five wounds upon him.
MENENIUS.
Now it’s twenty-seven. Every gash was an enemy’s grave.
[A shout and flourish.]