Mar.
I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee
Worse than a promise-breaker.

Auf.
We hate alike;
Not Africk owns a serpent, I abhor

More than thy fame and envy^{4 note}

Mar.
Let the first budger die the other's slave,
And the gods doom him after^{5 note}

!

Auf.
If I fly, Marcius,
Halloo me like a hare.

Mar.
Within these three hours, Tullus,
Alone I fought in your Corioli walls^{6 note}
,
And made what work I pleas'd; 'Tis not my blood,
Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge,
Wrench up thy power to the highest.

Auf.
Wert thou the Hector,
That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny^{7 note}

Thou should'st not scape me here.— [They fight, and certain Volces come to the aid of Aufidius.
Officious, and not valiant—you have sham'd me
In your condemned seconds^{8 note}