His bloody brow! O, Jupiter, no blood!...
Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius!
.... No, good madam; I will not out of doors;... Indeed no, by your patience; I will not over the threshold till my lord return from the wars.
CORIOLUS.
My gracious silence, hail!
Wouldst thou have laugh'd, had I come coffin'd home,
That weep'st to see me triumph?
MIRANDA.
I am a fool to weep at what I am glad of.
FERNANDO.
Wherefore weep you?