Coriolanus :: Scenes :: Coriolanus: Act I, Scene 8

Scene 8

A field of battle.

(Martius; Aufidius; Volscian Soldiers)

Martius and Aufidius fight, but to no decisive issue. ( line)

Alarum as in battle. Enter Martius and Aufidius at several doors.


I’ll fight with none but thee, for I do hate thee

Worse than a promise-breaker.


We hate alike:

Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor

More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.


Let the first budger die the other’s slave,

And the gods doom him after!


If I fly, Martius,

Hollow me like a hare.


Within these three hours, Tullus,

Alone I fought in your Corioles walls,

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 th’ highest.


Wert thou the Hector

That was the whip of your bragg’d progeny

Thou shouldst not scape me here.

Here they fight, and certain Volscian Soldiers come in the aid of Aufidius. Martius fights till they be driven in breathless.

Officious, and not valiant, you have sham’d me

In your condemned seconds.




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