SCENE VIII. _A field of battle between the Roman and the Volscian

camps._

_Alarum as in battle. Enter, from opposite sides,_ MARCIUS _and_

AUFIDIUS.[2719]

_Mar._ I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee

Worse than a promise-breaker.

_Auf._ We hate alike:

Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor[2720]

More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.[2721][2722]

_Mar._ Let the first budger die the other's slave,[2722] 5

And the gods doom him after!

_Auf._ If I fly, Marcius,[2723]

Holloa me like a hare.[2723][2724]

_Mar._ Within these three hours, Tullus,

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 10

Wrench up thy power to the highest.

_Auf._ Wert thou the Hector[2725]

That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny,

Thou shouldst not 'scape me here.

[_They fight, and certain Volsces come in the aid of Aufidius.

Marcius fights till they be driven in breathless._[2726]

Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me

In your condemned seconds. [_Exeunt._[2727] 15

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