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Scene 2

Corioli. The Senate-house.

(Tullus Aufidius; Volscian Senators)

Tullus Aufidius and the Volscian Senators discuss their spies’ reports. Aufidius leaves to take command of the Volscian army, promising to make a good fight should he meet Martius, with whom he has a long history. (46 lines)

Enter Tullus Aufidius with Senators of Corioli.

1. VOL. SEN.

So, your opinion is, Aufidius,

That they of Rome are ent’red in our counsels,

And know how we proceed.

AUF.

Is it not yours?

What ever have been thought on in this state

That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome

Had circumvention? ’Tis not four days gone

Since I heard thence; these are the words—I think

I have the letter here; yes, here it is:

Reads.

“They have press’d a power, but it is not known

Whether for east or west. The dearth is great,

The people mutinous; and it is rumor’d,

Cominius, Martius your old enemy

(Who is of Rome worse hated than of you),

And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,

These three lead on this preparation

Whither ’tis bent. Most likely ’tis for you;

Consider of it.”

1. VOL. SEN.

Our army’s in the field.

We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready

To answer us.

AUF.

Nor did you think it folly

To keep your great pretenses veil’d till when

They needs must show themselves, which in the hatching,

It seem’d, appear’d to Rome. By the discovery

We shall be shorten’d in our aim, which was

To take in many towns ere (almost) Rome

Should know we were afoot.

2. VOL. SEN.

Noble Aufidius,

Take your commission, hie you to your bands,

Let us alone to guard Corioles.

If they set down before ’s, for the remove

Bring up your army; but, I think, you’ll find

Th’ have not prepar’d for us.

AUF.

O, doubt not that,

I speak from certainties. Nay more,

Some parcels of their power are forth already,

And only hitherward. I leave your honors.

If we and Caius Martius chance to meet,

’Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike

Till one can do no more.

ALL VOL. SEN.

The gods assist you!

AUF.

And keep your honors safe!

1. VOL. SEN.

Farewell.

2. VOL. SEN.

Farewell.

ALL VOL. SEN.

Farewell.

Exeunt omnes.

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