By deed-achieving honour newly nam'd,— 192
What is it?—Coriolanus must I call thee?
But O! thy wife!—
Cor. My gracious silence, hail!
Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home,
That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah! my dear, 196
Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,
And mothers that lack sons.
Men. Now, the gods crown thee!
Cor. And live you yet? [To Valeria.] O my sweet
lady, pardon. 199
Vol. I know not where to turn: O! welcome home;
And welcome, general; and y' are welcome all.
Men. A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep,
And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy. Welcome.
A curse begin at very root on 's heart 204
That is not glad to see thee! You are three
That Rome should dote on; yet, by the faith of men,
We have some old crab-trees here at home that will not
Be grafted to your relish. Yet, welcome, warriors! 208
We call a nettle but a nettle, and
The faults of fools but folly.
Com. Ever right.
Cor. Menenius, ever, ever.
Her. Give way there, and go on!
Cor. [To Volumnia and Virgilia.] Your hand, and yours: 212
Ere in our own house I do shade my head,
The good patricians must be visited;
From whom I have receiv'd not only greetings,
194 My gracious silence; cf. n.
200 I . . . turn: cf. n.
204 begin; cf. n.
207 crab-trees: crabapple trees, i.e. the sour tribunes
208 Be . . . relish: be brought to taste like you
211 Menenius . . . ever: still the same Menenius
