1    So, your opinion is, Aufidius,
2    That they of Rome are entered in our counsels
3    And know how we proceed.

4    Is it not yours?
5    What ever have been thought on in this state,
6    That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome
7    Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone
8    Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think
9    I have the letter here; yes, here it is.
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10   'They have press'd a power, but it is not known
11   Whether for east or west: the dearth is great;
12   The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd,
13   Cominius, Marcius your old enemy,
14   Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,
15   And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,
16   These three lead on this preparation
17   Whither 'tis bent: most likely 'tis for you:
18   Consider of it.'

19   Our army's in the field
20   We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready
21   To answer us.

22   Nor did you think it folly
23   To keep your great pretences veil'd till when
24   They needs must show themselves; which
25   in the hatching,
26   It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery.
27   We shall be shorten'd in our aim, which was
28   To take in many towns ere almost Rome
29   Should know we were afoot.

30   Noble Aufidius,
31   Take your commission; hie you to your bands:
32   Let us alone to guard Corioli:
33   If they set down before 's, for the remove
34   Bring your army; but, I think, you'll find
35   They've not prepared for us.

36   O, doubt not that;
37   I speak from certainties. Nay, more,
38   Some parcels of their power are forth already,
39   And only hitherward. I leave your honours.
40   If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet,
41   'Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike
42   Till one can do no more.

43   The gods assist you!

44   And keep your honours safe!

45   Farewell.

46   Farewell.

47   Farewell.