_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.
_Cor._ And live you yet? [_To Valeria_] O my sweet lady, pardon.[2849]
_Vol._ I know not where to turn: O, welcome home:[2850] 170 And welcome, general: and ye're welcome all.[2850][2851]
_Men._ A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep[2852] And I could laugh, I am light and heavy. Welcome:[2852][2853] A curse begin at very root on's heart,[2852][2854] That is not glad to see thee! You are three[2852] 175 That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith of men,[2852] We have some old crab-trees here at home that will not[2852][2855] Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors:[2852][2856] We call a nettle but a nettle, and[2852] The faults of fools but folly.[2852]
_Cor._ [_To Volumnia and Virgilia_] Your hand, and yours:[2859] Ere in our own house I do shade my head, The good patricians must be visited; From whom I have received not only greetings, 185 But with them change of honours.[2860]
_Vol._ I have lived To see inherited my very wishes And the buildings of my fancy: only[2861][2862] There's one thing wanting, which I doubt not but[2861][2863] Our Rome will cast upon thee.[2861]
_Cor._ Know, good mother,[2864] 190 I had rather be their servant in my way Than sway with them in theirs.
[_Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as before. Brutus and Sicinius come forward._[2865]
_Bru._ All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights[2866] Are spectacled to see him: your prattling nurse Into a rapture lets her baby cry[2867] 195 While she chats him: the kitchen malkin pins[2868] Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, windows,[2869][2870] Are smother'd up, leads fill'd and ridges horsed[2869] With variable complexions, all agreeing 200 In earnestness to see him: seld-shown flamens[2871] Do press among the popular throngs, and puff To win a vulgar station: our veil'd dames Commit the war of white and damask in[2872][2873] Their nicely-gawded cheeks to the wanton spoil[2873] 205 Of Phœbus' burning kisses: such a pother,[2874] As if that whatsoever god who leads him Were slily crept into his human powers,[2875] And gave him graceful posture.[2876]