Outside the gates of Corioles.
MARTIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, captains and soldiers enter, with a drummer and trumpeter. A Messenger comes toward them.
Here comes news. I bet there’s been a battle.
I bet you my horse for yours that there hasn’t been a battle.
Tell us, has our general been in battle with the enemy?
They can see each other, but they haven’t fought yet.
So, your good horse is mine.
I’ll buy him back from you.
No, I’ll won’t sell or give him away. I’ll lend him to you for fifty years. Alert the town.
How far away are the armies?
Within a mile and a half.
Then we’ll hear their call to arms, and they’ll hear ours. Now, Mars, god of war, I pray to you, make our attack quick, so that with victorious swords we may march from here to help our friends on the battlefield!
(to the trumpeter) Come, blow your blast.
The trumpet sounds. Two Volscian Senators enter, with others, on the walls of Corioles.
(to the Senators) Is Tullus Aufidius inside these walls?
No. And there isn’t a man here who fears you any less than he does, which is virtually not at all.
Drums are heard from far away.