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COMINIUS

Too modest are you,
More cruel to your good report than grateful
To us that give you truly. By your patience,

If ’gainst yourself you be incensed, we’ll put you − [55]
Like one that means his proper harm − in manacles,
Then reason safely with you. Therefore be it known,
As to us, to all the world, that Caius Martius
Wears this war’s garland; in token of the which,

My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him, [60]
With all his trim belonging; and from this time,
For what he did before Corioles, call him

With all th’applause and clamour of the host,
Caius Martius Coriolanus.
Bear th’addition nobly ever! [65]

Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums.

ALL
Caius Martius Coriolanus!

CORIOLANUS
I will go wash;

And when my face is fair you shall perceive
Whether I blush or no. Howbeit, I thank you.
I mean to stride your steed, and at all times [70]
To undercrest your good addition

To th’fairness of my power.

COMINIUS

So, to our tent,
Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
To Rome of our success. You, Titus Lartius,

Must to Corioles back. Send us to Rome [75]
The best, with whom we may articulate
For their own good and ours.

LARTIUS