Coriolanus - Act 1 - Scene 8

SCENE VIII. A field of battle.

    Alarum as in battle. Enter, from opposite sides, MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS

MARCIUS

    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.

MARCIUS

    Let the first budger die the other's slave,
    And the gods doom him after!

AUFIDIUS

    If I fly, Marcius,
    Holloa me like a hare.

MARCIUS

    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
    Wrench up thy power to the highest.

AUFIDIUS

    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. MARCIUS fights till they be driven in breathless
    Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me
    In your condemned seconds.

    Exeunt