Men. One i' the neck, and two i' the thigh,
there's nine that I know.
Vol. He had, before this last expedition,
twenty-five wounds upon him. 172
Men. Now, it's twenty-seven: every gash was
an enemy's grave.
Hark! the trumpets. A shout and flourish.
Vol. These are the ushers of Martius: before 176
him he carries noise, and behind him he leaves
tears:
Death, that dark spirit, in 's nervy arm doth lie;
Which, being advanc'd, declines, and then men die. 180
Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Martius did fight
Within Corioli gates: where he hath won,
With fame, a name to Caius Martius; these
In honour follows Coriolanus. 184
Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus!
All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus!
Cor. No more of this; it does offend my heart:
Pray now, no more.
Com. Look, sir, your mother!
Cor. O! 188
You have, I know, petition'd all the gods
For my prosperity. Kneels.
Vol. Nay, my good soldier, up;
My gentle Martius, worthy Caius, and
170 nine; cf. n.
179 nervy: muscular
180 advanc'd: raised
declines: falls
180 S. d. Sennet: trumpet signal for a procession to move
183 to: added to
