Act I, Scene 8
A field of battle.
- Alarum as in battle. Enter Martius and Aufidius at several
Caius Martius1 - 2
- I’ll fight with none but thee, for I do hate thee
- Worse than a promise-breaker.
Aufidius3 - 5
- We hate alike:
- Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
- More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.
Caius Martius6 - 7
- Let the first budger die the other’s slave,
- And the gods doom him after!
Aufidius8 - 9
- If I fly, Martius,
- Hollow me like a hare.
Caius Martius10 - 14
- Within these three hours, Tullus,
- Alone I fought in your Corioles 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 th’ highest.
Aufidius15 - 19
- Wert thou the Hector
- That was the whip of your bragg’d progeny
- Thou shouldst not scape me here.
- Here they fight, and certain Volscian Soldiers come in the
- aid of Aufidius. Martius fights till they be driven in
- Officious, and not valiant, you have sham’d me
- In your condemned seconds.