Scene + 

VIII + 

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 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, + 

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 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. Marcius fights till they be driven in breathless. + 

Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me + 

In your condemned seconds. Exeunt. + 