Document: All > Shakespeare > Tragedies > Coriolanus > Act I, scene VIII
[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
Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me
In your condemned seconds.