_Vol._ Good ladies, let's go. Yes, yes, yes; the senate has letters from the general, wherein he gives my son the whole 125 name of the war: he hath in this action outdone his former deeds doubly. _Val._ In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him. _Men._ Wondrous! ay, I warrant you, and not without his true purchasing. 130 _Vir._ The gods grant them true! _Vol._ True! pow, wow.[2825] _Men._ True! I'll be sworn they are true. Where is he wounded? [_To the Tribunes_] God save your good worships![2826][2827] Marcius is coming home: he has more cause to be[2826] 135 proud. Where is he wounded? _Vol._ I' the shoulder and i' the left arm: there will be[2828] large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall stand for his place. He received in the repulse of Tarquin seven hurts i' the body. 140 _Men._ One i' the neck, and two i' the thigh; there's nine[2829] that I know. _Vol._ He had, before this last expedition, twenty five[2830] wounds upon him. _Men._ Now it's twenty seven: every gash was an enemy's[2831] 145 grave. [_A shout and flourish._] Hark! the trumpets.[2832] _Vol._ These are the ushers of Marcius: before him he[2833] carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears:[2833] Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie;[2834] Which, being advanced, declines, and then men die.[2834] 150 _A sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter_ COMINIUS _and_ TITUS LARTIUS; _between them_, CORIOLANUS, _crowned with an oaken garland; with_ Captains _and_ Soldiers, _and a_ Herald.[2835] _Her._ Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight[2836] Within Corioli gates: where he hath won,[2837] With fame, a name to Caius Marcius; these[2838][2839] In honour follows Coriolanus.[2839][2840] Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! [_Flourish._[2841][2842] 155 _All._ Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus![2841] _Cor._ No more of this, it does offend my heart;[2843] Pray now, no more.[2843] _Com._ Look, sir, your mother![2843] _Cor._ O,[2843] You have, I know, petition'd all the gods[2843] For my prosperity! [_Kneels._[2843] _Vol._ Nay, my good soldier, up;[2844] 160 My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and[2845] By deed-achieving honour newly named,--[2845][2846] What is it?--Coriolanus must I call thee?-- But, O, thy wife! _Cor._ My gracious silence, hail![2847] Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home, 165 That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah, my dear, Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,[2848] And mothers that lack sons. _Men._ Now, the gods crown thee!