Act I, Scene viii:
A field of battle between the Roman and the Volscian

camps.

[Alarum. 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.

MARCIUS:

Let the first budger die the other's slave,

And the gods doom him after!

AUFIDIUS:

If I fly, Marcius,

Halloo me like a hare.

MARCIUS:

Within these three hours, Tullus,

Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,

And made what work I pleas'd: '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

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, driven in by MAR.]