Where he was to begin, and give away
The benefit of our levies, answering us
With our own charge, making a treaty where 68
There was a yielding, this admits no excuse.
Auf. He approaches: you shall hear him.
Enter Coriolanus, marching with drums and colours;
the Commoners being with him.
Cor. Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier;
No more infected with my country's love 72
Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting
Under your great command. You are to know,
That prosperously I have attempted and
With bloody passage led your wars even to 76
The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home
Do more than counterpoise a full third part
The charges of the action. We have made peace
With no less honour to the Antiates 80
Than shame to the Romans; and we here deliver,
Subscrib'd by the consuls and patricians,
Together with the seal o' the senate, what
We have compounded on.
Auf. Read it not, noble lords; 84
But tell the traitor, in the highest degree
He hath abus'd your powers.
Cor. Traitor! How now?
Auf. Ay, traitor, Martius.
Cor. Martius!
Auf. Ay, Martius, Caius Martius. Dost thou think 88
67 benefit . . . levies: profits of war
answering: repaying; cf. n.
68 treaty: compromise
69 yielding: complete defeat of the enemy
72 infected: affected, contaminated
75 prosperously . . . attempted: my attempts have prospered
77 we have: which we have
84 compounded: agreed
