Note 671 — PART III.—Prose (continued 4)

"O ye're well met: the hoarded plague o' the gods Requite your love! If that I could for weeping, you should hear— Nay, and you shall hear some.... I'll tell thee what; yet go: Nay but thou shalt stay too: I would my son Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him, His good sword in his hand."—Coriolanus, IV. 2.

See again, "Coriolanus," I. 3, the frank and abandoned triumph of a woman of the people, "I sprang not more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child than now in first seeing he had proved himself a man."