I am returned your soldier, no more infected with my country's love than when I parted...

[last lines] Caius Martius Coriolanus: I am returned your soldier, no more infected with my country's love than when I parted hence, but still subsisting under your great command. We have made peace with no less honor to the Volscians than shame to the Romans. Tullus Aufidius: Tell the traitor, in the highest degree, he hath abused your powers. Caius Martius Coriolanus: Traitor? How now? Tullus Aufidius: Aye, traitor, Martius. Caius Martius Coriolanus: Martius? Tullus Aufidius: Aye, Martius. Caius Martius. Dost thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stolen name Corioloanus? [to his soldiers] Tullus Aufidius: Perfidiously he hath betrayed your business and given up, for certain drops of salt, your city, Rome. I say "your city", for his wife and mother, breaking his oath and resolution like a twist of rotten silk. Never admitting counsel of the war, but at his nurse's tears, he whined and roared away your victory. Caius Martius Coriolanus: Hear'st thou, Mars? Tullus Aufidius: Name not the god, thou boy of tears. Caius Martius Coriolanus: Measureless liar, thou has made my heart too great for what contains it. "Boy"? O slave. Cut me to pieces, Volsces! Men and lads, stain all your edges on me! "Boy"? If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there that, like an eagle in a dovecote, I fluttered your Volscians in Corioles. Alone I did it. "Boy". Tullus Aufidius: [to his soldiers] Let him die for it.