ALL.
Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus!
CORIOLANUS.
No more of this, it does offend my heart.
Pray now, no more.
COMINIUS.
Look, sir, your mother.
CORIOLANUS.
O,
You have, I know, petitioned all the gods
For my prosperity.
[Kneels.]
VOLUMNIA.
Nay, my good soldier, up.
[He stands.]
My gentle Martius, worthy Caius, and
By deed-achieving honour newly named—
What is it? Coriolanus must I call thee?
But, O, thy wife—
CORIOLANUS.
My gracious silence, hail.
Wouldst thou have laughed had I come coffined home,
That weep’st to see me triumph? Ah, my dear,
Such eyes the widows in Corioles wear
And mothers that lack sons.
MENENIUS.
Now the gods crown thee!