Page 2816 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

No more of this; it does offend my heart.
Pray now, no more.

COMINIUS
Look, sir, your mother!

CORIOLANUS
O,
You have, I know, petitioned all the gods

For my prosperity!

He kneels.

VOLUMNIA
Nay, my good soldier, up,
My gentle Martius, worthy Caius, and [165]
By deed-achieving honour newly named −

What is it? − Coriolanus must I call thee? −
But, O, thy wife!

CORIOLANUS
My gracious silence, hail!
Wouldst thou have laughed had I come coffined home,

That weep’st to see me triumph? Ah, my dear, [170]
Such eyes the widows in Corioles wear,
And mothers that lack sons.

MENENIUS
Now the gods crown thee!

CORIOLANUS
And live you yet? (To Valeria) O my sweet lady, pardon.

VOLUMNIA
I know not where to turn. O, welcome home.

And welcome, general, and y’are welcome all. [175]