Coriolanus
Act I, Scene 8
A field of battle.
Byam Shaw, 1901
- Alarum as in battle. Enter Martius and Aufidius at several
- doors.
Caius Martius
1 - 2- I’ll fight with none but thee, for I do hate thee
- Worse than a promise-breaker.
Aufidius
3 - 5- We hate alike:
- Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
- More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.
Caius Martius
6 - 7- Let the first budger die the other’s slave,
- And the gods doom him after!
Aufidius
8 - 9- If I fly, Martius,
- Hollow me like a hare.
Caius Martius
10 - 14- 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.
Aufidius
15 - 19- 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.
- Exeunt.
Officious, and not valiant
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