LARTIUS.
So, let the ports be guarded. Keep your duties
As I have set them down. If I do send, dispatch
Those centuries to our aid; the rest will serve
For a short holding. If we lose the field,
We cannot keep the town.
LIEUTENANT.
Fear not our care, sir.
LARTIUS.
Hence, and shut your gates upon’s.
Our guider, come. To th’ Roman camp conduct us.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE VIII. A field of battle between the Roman and the Volscian camps
Alarum, as in battle. Enter Martius and Aufidius at several doors.
MARTIUS.
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.
MARTIUS.
Let the first budger die the other’s slave,
And the gods doom him after!
AUFIDIUS.
If I fly, Martius,
Hollo me like a hare.