Lieu. Fear not our care, sir.[2716] 5
Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon 's.[2716][2717]
Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us. [Exeunt.[2716][2718]
Scene VIII. A field of battle between the Roman and the Volscian camps.
Alarum as in battle. Enter, from opposite sides, Marcius and Aufidius.[2719]
Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee
Worse than a promise-breaker.
Auf. We hate alike:
Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor[2720]
More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.[2721][2722]
Mar. Let the first budger die the other's slave,[2722] 5
And the gods doom him after!
Auf. If I fly, Marcius,[2723]
Holloa me like a hare.[2723][2724]
Mar. 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 10
Wrench up thy power to the highest.
Auf. Wert thou the Hector[2725]
That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny,
Thou shouldst not 'scape me here.