Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Good Ladies let's go. Yes, yes, yes: The Senate has Letters from the General, wherein he gives my Son the whole Name of the War: he hath in this action outdone his former deeds doubly. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him. Wondrous: I, I warrant you, and not without his true purchasing. The Gods grant them true. True? pow waw. True? I'll be sworn they are true: where is he wounded, God save your good Worships? Martius is coming home: he has more cause to be proud: where is he wounded? Ith' Shoulder, and i'th' left Arm: there will be large Cicatrices to show the People, when he shall stand for his place: he received in the repulse of Tarquin seven hurts i'th' Body. One i'th' Neck, and two i'th' Thigh, there's nine that I know. He had, before this last Expedition, twenty five Wounds upon him. Now it's twenty seven; every gash was an Enemy's Grave. Hark, the Trumpets. These are the Ushers of Martius: Before him, he carries Noise; And behind him, he leaves Tears: Death, that dark Spirit, in's neruie Arm doth lie, Which being advanced, declines, and then men dye. Know Rome, that all alone Martius did fight Within Corioles Gates: where he hath won, With Fame, a Name to Martius Caius: These in honour follows Martius Caius Coriolanus. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus. No more of this, it does offend my heart: pray now no more. Look, Sir, your Mother. Oh! you have, I know, petitioned all the Gods for my prosperity. Nay, my good Soldier, up: My gentle Martius, worthy Caius, And by deed-atchieving Honour newly named, What is it (Coriolanus) must I call thee? But oh, thy Wife. My gracious silence, hail: Wouldst thou have laughed, had I come Coffined home, That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah my dear, Such eyes the Widows in Carioles were, And Mothers that lack Sons. Now the Gods Crown thee. And live you yet? Oh my sweet Lady, pardon. I know not where to turn. Oh welcome home: and welcome General, And ye are welcome all. 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, we have Some old Crabtrees here at home, That will not be grafted to your Rallish. Yet welcome Warriors: We call a Nettle, but a Nettle; And the faults of fools, but folly. Ever right. Menenius, ever, ever. Give way there, and go on. 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. I have lived, 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. Know, good Mother, I had rather be their servant in my way, Then sway with them in theirs.
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Good Ladies let's goe. Yes, yes, yes: The Senate ha's Letters from the Generall, wherein hee giues my Sonne the whole Name of the Warre: he hath in this action out-done his former deeds doubly. In troth, there's wondrous things ſpoke of him. Wondrous: I, I warrant you, and not without his true purchaſing. The Gods graunt them true. True? pow waw. True? Ile be ſworne they are true: where is hee wounded, God ſaue your good Worſhips? Martius is comming home: hee ha's more cauſe to be prowd: where is he wounded? Ith' Shoulder, and ith' left Arme: there will be large Cicatrices to ſhew the People, when hee ſhall ſtand for his place: he receiued in the repulſe of Tarquin ſeuen hurts ith' Body. One ith' Neck, and two ith' Thigh, there's nine that I know. Hee had, before this laſt Expedition, twentie fiue Wounds vpon him. Now it's twentie ſeuen; euery gaſh was an Enemies Graue. Hearke, the Trumpets. Theſe are the Vſhers of Martius: Before him, hee carryes Noyſe; And behinde him, hee leaues Teares: Death, that darke Spirit, in's neruie Arme doth lye, Which being aduanc'd, declines, and then men dye. Know Rome, that all alone Martius did fight Within Corioles Gates: where he hath wonne, With Fame, a Name to Martius Caius: Theſe in honor followes Martius Caius Coriolanus. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus. No more of this, it does offend my heart: pray now no more. Looke, Sir, your Mother. Oh! you haue, I know, petition'd all the Gods for my proſperitie. Nay, my good Souldier, vp: My gentle Martius, worthy Caius, And by deed-atchieuing Honor newly nam'd, What is it (Coriolanus) muſt I call thee? But oh, thy Wife. My gracious ſilence, hayle: Would'ſt thou haue laugh'd, had I come Coffin'd home, That weep'ſt to ſee me triumph? Ah my deare, Such eyes the Widowes in Carioles were, And Mothers that lacke Sonnes. Now the Gods Crowne thee. And liue you yet? Oh my ſweet Lady, pardon. I know not where to turne. Oh welcome home: and welcome Generall, And y' are welcome all. A hundred thouſand Welcomes: I could weepe, and I could laugh, I am light, and heauie; 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, we haue Some old Crab-trees here at home, That will not be grafted to your Ralliſh. Yet welcome Warriors: Wee call a Nettle, but a Nettle; And the faults of fooles, but folly. Euer right. Menenius, euer, euer. Giue way there, and goe on. Your Hand, and yours? Ere in our owne houſe I doe ſhade my Head, The good Patricians muſt be viſited, From whom I haue receiu'd not onely greetings, But with them, change of Honors. I haue liued, To ſee inherited my very Wiſhes, And the Buildings of my Fancie: Onely there's one thing wanting, Which (I doubt not) but our Rome Will caſt vpon thee. Know, good Mother, I had rather be their ſeruant in my way, Then ſway with them in theirs.