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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 theeWorse than a promise-breaker.
AUFIDIUS We hate alike:Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.
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,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 HectorThat 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.
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