Bear from hence his body; And mourn you for him: let him be regarded As the most noble corse that ever herald Did follow to his urn.
Take his body away from here, And mourn for him. Let him be remembered As the most honorable dead man ever Who a herald has led to his final resting place.
First Lord · Act 5, Scene 6
The play's final words of judgment come not from the victor but from the state's leadership, according Coriolanus the honor his pride always demanded. He receives in death what he could never receive in life: universal recognition and respect. The line is both elegy and epitaph, restoring to him the dignity that his nature and the world's demands conspired to strip away.
Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!
Unmeasurable liar, you have made my heart Too great for what it can hold. Boy! Oh, slave!
Caius Marcius Coriolanus · Act 5, Scene 6
Coriolanus explodes at Aufidius's betrayal in the final scene, unable to contain the rage that has built throughout his exile. The image of a heart too great for its container is perfect: he cannot fit himself into any world, any alliance, any role. His fury here is not ignoble—it is the last true expression of a man who has been pushed beyond endurance.
My rage is gone; And I am struck with sorrow.
My anger is gone, And now I am filled with sorrow.
Tullus Aufidius · Act 5, Scene 6
Aufidius speaks these lines after the conspirators kill Coriolanus, and the shift from rage to sorrow is immediate and genuine. In killing his great enemy, he has killed something that gave his life meaning. The line marks the play's final tragic irony: the man who orchestrated the death now grieves it, understanding too late what he has destroyed.