Act I. Scene
Scene VIII.A Field of Battle between the
Roman and the Volscian Camps.
Alarum. Enter from opposite sides MARCIUS
Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do
Worse than a promise-breaker.
Auf. We hate alike:
Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot
Mar. Let the first budger die the other's
And the gods doom him after!
Auf. If I fly, Marcius,
Halloo me like a hare.
Mar. Within these three hours, Tullus,
Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
And made what work I pleas'd; 'tis not my
Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge
Wrench up thy power to the highest.
Auf. Wert thou the Hector
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.
Officious, and not valiant, you have sham'd me
In your condemned seconds.
[Exeunt fighting, all driven in by MARCIUS.