Chapter 106.00: SCENE VIII. A field of battle between the Roman and the Volscian camps

SCENE VIII. A field of battle between the Roman and the Volscian camps****

Alarum, as in battle. Enter Martius and
Aufidius at several doors.

MARTIUS.

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.

MARTIUS.

Let the first budger die the other’s slave,

And the gods doom him after!

AUFIDIUS.

If I fly, Martius,

Hollo me like a hare.

MARTIUS.

Within these three hours, Tullus,

Alone I fought in your Corioles’ walls,

And made what work I pleased. ’Tis not my blood

Wherein thou seest me masked. For thy revenge

Wrench up thy power to th’ highest.

AUFIDIUS.

Wert thou the Hector

That was the whip of your bragged progeny,

Thou shouldst not scape me here.

[_Here they fight, and certain Volsces come to the aid of
Aufidius. _]

Officious and not valiant, you have shamed me

In your condemned seconds.

[_Martius fights till they be driven in
breathless. Aufidius and Martius exit, separately. _]