1 Sen.
So, your opinion is, Aufidius,
That they of Rome are entred in our Counsels,
And know how we proceed.

Auf.
Is it not yours?
What ever hath 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.
They have prest a Power, but it is not known [Reading.
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.

1 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 shew themselves; which in the hatching,
It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery
We shall be shortned in our aim, which was
To take in many Towns, ere, almost, Rome
Should know we were a-foot.

2 Sen.
Noble Aufidius,
Take your Commission, hie you to your bands;
Let us alone to guard Corioli;
If they set down before's, ^{8 note}

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!

1 Sen.
Farewel.

2 Sen.
Farewel.

All.
Farewel. [Exeunt.

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