Vol. I know not where to turn: O, welcome home:[2850] 170
And welcome, general: and ye're welcome all.[2850][2851]
Men. A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep[2852]
And I could laugh, I am light and heavy. Welcome:[2852][2853]
A curse begin at very root on's heart,[2852][2854]
That is not glad to see thee! You are three[2852] 175
That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith of men,[2852]
We have some old crab-trees here at home that will not[2852][2855]
Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors:[2852][2856]
We call a nettle but a nettle, and[2852]
The faults of fools but folly.[2852]
Com. Ever right.[2857] 180
Cor. Menenius, ever, ever.[2857][2858]
Her. Give way there, and go on.
Cor. [To Volumnia and Virgilia] Your hand, and yours:[2859]
Ere in our own house I do shade my head,
The good patricians must be visited;
From whom I have received not only greetings, 185
But with them change of honours.[2860]
Vol. I have lived
To see inherited my very wishes
And the buildings of my fancy: only[2861][2862]
There's one thing wanting, which I doubt not but[2861][2863]
Our Rome will cast upon thee.[2861]
Cor. Know, good mother,[2864] 190
I had rather be their servant in my way
Than sway with them in theirs.
Com. On, to the Capitol!
[Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as before. Brutus and Sicinius come forward.[2865]