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ACT I SCENE VIII. A field of battle.
[ Alarum as in battle. Enter, from opposite sides, MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS ]
MARCIUS I’ll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee
Worse than a promise-breaker.
AUFIDIUS We hate alike:
Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot. 5
MARCIUS Let the first budger die the other’s slave,
And the gods doom him after!
AUFIDIUS If I fly, Marcius,
Holloa me like a hare.
MARCIUS Within 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.
AUFIDIUS Wert thou the Hector 15
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.

Next: Coriolanus, Act 1, Scene 9