The Tragedy of Coriolanus (1608)

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Act I, Scene 8

A field of battle.

Coriolanus
I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee
Worse than a promise-breaker.

Tullus Aufidius
We hate alike:
Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.

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

Tullus Aufidius
If I fly, CORIOLANUS,
Holloa me like a hare.

Coriolanus
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.

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

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