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William Shakespeare (1564–1616).  The Oxford Shakespeare.  1914.
Act I. Scene VIII.
A Field of Battle between the Roman and the Volscian Camps.
Alarum.  Enter from opposite sides MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS.
  Mar.  I’ll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee
Worse than a promise-breaker.
  Auf.        We hate alike:        5
Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.
  Mar.  Let the first budger die the other’s slave,
And the gods doom him after!
  Auf.        If I fly, Marcius,        10
Halloo me like a hare.
  Mar.  Within these three hours, Tullus,
Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
And made what work I pleas’d; ’tis not my blood
Wherein thou seest me mask’d; for thy revenge        15
Wrench up thy power to the highest.
  Auf.        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.
Officious, and not valiant, you have sham’d me        20
In your condemned seconds.  [Exeunt fighting, all driven in by MARCIUS.

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