Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they smart
To hear themselves remember'd.
Com. Should they not,
Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, 30
And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses,
Whereof we have ta'en good, and good store, of all[2738]
The treasure in this field achieved and city,[2739]
We render you the tenth; to be ta'en forth,
Before the common distribution, at[2740][2741] 35
Your only choice.[2741]
Mar. I thank you, general;
But cannot make my heart consent to take
A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it,
And stand upon my common part with those
That have beheld the doing.[2742] 40
[A long flourish. They all cry 'Marcius! Marcius!' cast up their caps and lances: Cominius and Lartius stand bare.
Mar. May these same instruments, which you profane,[2743]
Never sound more! when drums and trumpets shall[2743]
I' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be[2743][2744][2745]
Made all of false-faced soothing![2743][2745][2746]
When steel grows soft as the parasite's silk,[2743][2747] 45
Let him be made a coverture for the wars![2743][2748][2749]
No more, I say! For that I have not wash'd[2743][2749][2750]
My nose that bled, or foil'd some debile wretch,[2743]
Which without note here's many else have done,[2743]
You shout me forth[2743][2751][2752] 50
In acclamations hyperbolical;[2743][2751]
As if I loved my little should be dieted[2743]
In praises sauced with lies.[2743]
Com. Too modest are you;
More cruel to your good report than grateful
To us that give you truly: by your patience,[2753] 55
If 'gainst yourself you be incensed, we'll put you,[2754]
Like one that means his proper harm, in manacles,
Then reason safely with you. Therefore, be it known,
As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius
Wears this war's garland: in token of the which, 60
My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him,[2755]
With all his trim belonging; and from this time,
For what he did before Corioli, call him,
With all the applause and clamour of the host,
Caius Marcius Coriolanus. Bear[2756][2757] 65
The addition nobly ever! [Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums.[2756]
All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus![2757][2758]
Cor. I will go wash;[2759]
And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
Whether I blush, or no: howbeit, I thank you: 70
I mean to stride your steed; and at all times
To undercrest your good addition
To the fairness of my power.[2760]