Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.
Men. Wondrous! ay, I warrant you, and not without
his true purchasing. 130
Vir. The gods grant them true!
Vol. True! pow, wow.[2825]
Men. True! I'll be sworn they are true. Where is he
wounded? [To the Tribunes] God save your good worships![2826][2827]
Marcius is coming home: he has more cause to be[2826] 135
proud. Where is he wounded?
Vol. I' the shoulder and i' the left arm: there will be[2828]
large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall stand for
his place. He received in the repulse of Tarquin seven
hurts i' the body. 140
Men. One i' the neck, and two i' the thigh; there's nine[2829]
that I know.
Vol. He had, before this last expedition, twenty five[2830]
wounds upon him.
Men. Now it's twenty seven: every gash was an enemy's[2831] 145
grave. [A shout and flourish.] Hark! the trumpets.[2832]
Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius: before him he[2833]
carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears:[2833]
Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie;[2834]
Which, being advanced, declines, and then men die.[2834] 150