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	[Alarum as in battle. Enter, from opposite sides,

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.



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