| [Alarum as in battle. Enter, from opposite sides, MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS] |
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| 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] |
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| Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me In your condemned seconds. |
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| [Exeunt] |