So, your opinion is, Aufidius,

That they of Rome are entered in our counsels

And know how we proceed.

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 pressed a power, but it is not known

Whether for east or west. The dearth is great.

The people mutinous; and, it is rumoured,

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._

Our army’s in the field.

We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready

To answer us.

Nor did you think it folly

To keep your great pretences veiled till when

They needs must show themselves, which, in the hatching,

It seemed, appeared to Rome. By the discovery

We shall be shortened in our aim, which was

To take in many towns ere almost Rome

Should know we were afoot.

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

They’ve not prepared for us.

O, doubt not that;

I speak from certainties. Nay, more,

Some parcels of their power are forth already,

And only hitherward. I leave your Honours.

If we and Caius Martius chance to meet,

’Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike

Till one can do no more.

The gods assist you!

And keep your Honours safe!

Farewell.

Farewell.

Farewell.