A sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter Cominius and Titus Lartius; between them, Coriolanus, crowned with an oaken garland; with Captains and Soldiers, and a Herald.[2835]
Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight[2836]
Within Corioli gates: where he hath won,[2837]
With fame, a name to Caius Marcius; these[2838][2839]
In honour follows Coriolanus.[2839][2840]
Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! [Flourish.[2841][2842] 155
All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus![2841]
Cor. No more of this, it does offend my heart;[2843]
Pray now, no more.[2843]
Com. Look, sir, your mother![2843]
Cor. O,[2843]
You have, I know, petition'd all the gods[2843]
For my prosperity! [Kneels.[2843]
Vol. Nay, my good soldier, up;[2844] 160
My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and[2845]
By deed-achieving honour newly named,—[2845][2846]
What is it?—Coriolanus must I call thee?—
But, O, thy wife!
Cor. My gracious silence, hail![2847]
Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home, 165
That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah, my dear,
Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,[2848]
And mothers that lack sons.
Men. Now, the gods crown thee!
Cor. And live you yet? [To Valeria] O my sweet lady, pardon.[2849]