William Shakespeare, Coriolanus
W. G. Clark, W. Aldis Wright, Ed.

SCENE II

First Sen.
So, your opinion is, Aufidius,

That they of Rome are enter'd 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 rumour'd,

Cominius Marcius 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.'

First 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 pretences veil'd till when

They needs must show themselves; which in the hatching,

It seem'd, appeared 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.

Sec. Sen.
Noble Aufidius,

Take your commission; hie you to your bands:

Let us alone to guard Corioli:

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. (30)

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 honours.

If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet,

'Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike

Till one can do no more.

All.

The gods assist you!

Auf.
And keep your honours safe!

First Sen.
Farewell.

Sec. Sen.
Farewell.

All.

Farewell. Exeunt.