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Coriolanus


ACT I SCENE VIII. A field of battle.
[ Alarum as in battle. Enter, from opposite sides, MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS ]
MARCIUSI’ll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee
Worse than a promise-breaker.
AUFIDIUSWe hate alike:
Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.5
MARCIUSLet the first budger die the other’s slave,
And the gods doom him after!
AUFIDIUSIf I fly, Marcius,
Holloa me like a hare.
MARCIUSWithin these three hours, Tullus,10
Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
And made what work I pleased: ’tis not my blood
Wherein thou seest me mask’d; for thy revenge
Wrench up thy power to the highest.
AUFIDIUSWert thou the Hector15
That was the whip of your bragg’d progeny,
Thou shouldst not scape me here.
[ They fight, and certain Volsces come to the aid of AUFIDIUS. MARCIUS fights till they be driven in breathless ]
Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me
In your condemned seconds.
[Exeunt]

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