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Scene 10

The Volscian camp.

(Tullus Aufidius; Volscian Soldiers)

Aufidius swears that at their next encounter, either he or Coriolanus will die. ( line)

A flourish. Cornets. Enter Tullus Aufidius bloody, with two or three Volscian Soldiers.AUF.VOL. SOLD.

AUF.

The town is ta’en!

VOL. SOLD.

’Twill be deliver’d back on good condition.

AUF.

Condition?

I would I were a Roman, for I cannot,

Being a Volsce, be that I am. Condition?

What good condition can a treaty find

I’ th’ part that is at mercy? Five times, Martius,

I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat me;

And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter

As often as we eat. By th’ elements,

If e’er again I meet him beard to beard,

He’s mine, or I am his. Mine emulation

Hath not that honor in’t it had; for where

I thought to crush him in an equal force,

True sword to sword, I’ll potch at him some way,

Or wrath or craft may get him.

VOL. SOLD.

He’s the devil.

AUF.

Bolder, though not so subtle. My valor’s poison’d

With only suff’ring stain by him; for him

Shall fly out of itself. Nor sleep nor sanctuary,

Being naked, sick, nor fane nor Capitol,

The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice,

Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up

Their rotten privilege and custom ’gainst

My hate to Martius. Where I find him, were it

At home, upon my brother’s guard, even there,

Against the hospitable canon, would I

Wash my fierce hand in ’s heart. Go you to th’ city,

Learn how ’tis held, and what they are that must

Be hostages for Rome.

VOL. SOLD.

Will not you go?

AUF.

I am attended at the cypress grove. I pray you

(’Tis south the city mills) bring me word thither

How the world goes, that to the pace of it

I may spur on my journey.

VOL. SOLD.

I shall, sir.

Exeunt.

 
 
 
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