Enter the Lords of the city.
ALL LORDS.
You are most welcome home.
AUFIDIUS.
I have not deserved it.
But, worthy lords, have you with heed perused
What I have written to you?
ALL LORDS.
We have.
FIRST LORD.
And grieve to hear’t.
What faults he made before the last, I think
Might have found easy fines, but there to end
Where he was to begin and give away
The benefit of our levies, answering us
With our own charge, making a treaty where
There was a yielding—this admits no excuse.
Enter Coriolanus marching with Drum and Colours, the Commoners being with him.
AUFIDIUS.
He approaches. You shall hear him.
CORIOLANUS.
Hail, lords! I am returned your soldier,
No more infected with my country’s love
Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting
Under your great command. You are to know
That prosperously I have attempted, and
With bloody passage led your wars even to
The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home
Doth more than counterpoise a full third part
The charges of the action. We have made peace
With no less honour to the Antiates
Than shame to th’ Romans, and we here deliver,
Subscribed by th’ Consuls and patricians,
Together with the seal o’ th’ Senate, what
We have compounded on.
[He offers the lords a paper.]
AUFIDIUS.
Read it not, noble lords,
But tell the traitor in the highest degree
He hath abused your powers.