National Theatre Live: Coriolanus2014

Menenius:
Is he not wounded? He was wont to come home wounded.

Virgilia:
O, no, no, no.

Volumnia:
O, he is wounded. I thank the gods for it.

Menenius:
So do I too, if it be not too much. Brings he victory in his pocket, the wounds become him.

Volumnia:
On his brows, Menenius, he comes the third time home with the oaken garland.

Menenius:
Is the senate possessed of this?

Volumnia:
Good ladies, let's go... Yes, yes, yes, the senate has letters from the general in which he gives *my son* the whole name of the war. He has in this action outdone his former deeds doubly.

Menenius:
God save your good worships, Martius is coming home. He has cause to be proud. Where is he wounded?

Volumnia:
In the shoulder and in the 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 in the body.

Menenius:
One in the neck and two in the thigh, there's nine that I know.

Volumnia:
He had, before this last expedition, twenty-five wounds upon him!

Menenius:
Now it's twenty-seven. Every gash was an enemy's grave.

[Drums beat]

Menenius:
Hark, the drums.

Volumnia:
These are the ushers of Martius. Before him he carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears. Death, that dark spirit, in his nervy arm doth lie, which being advances, declines, and then men die...