Page 2817 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

MENENIUS

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

That is not glad to see thee. You are three
That Rome should dote on. Yet, by the faith of men, [180]
We have some old crab-trees here at home that will not
Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors.
We call a nettle but a nettle and

The faults of fools but folly.

COMINIUS
Ever right.

CORIOLANUS
Menenius, ever, ever. [185]

HERALD
Give way there, and go on.

CORIOLANUS
(to Volumnia and Virgilia) Your hand, and yours.

Ere in our own house I do shade my head,
The good patricians must be visited,
From whom I have received not only greetings,
But with them change of honours.

VOLUMNIA
I have lived [190]

To see inherited my very wishes
And the buildings of my fancy. Only
There’s one thing wanting, which I doubt not but
Our Rome will cast upon thee.

CORIOLANUS

Know, good mother,
I had rather be their servant in my way [195]