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[Scene VIII.]


Enter Martius and Auffidius at ſeueral doores.

Mar.
Ile fight with none but thee, for I do hate thee
Worſe then a Promiſe-breaker.

Auffid.
We hate alike:
Not Affricke ownes a Serpent I abhorre
More then thy Fame and Enuy: Fix thy foot.

Mar.
Let the firſt Budger dye the others Slaue,
And the Gods doome him after.

Auf.
If I flye Martius, hollow me like a Hare.

Mar.
Within theſe three houres Tullus
Alone I fought in your Corioles walles,
And made what worke I pleas'd: 'Tis not my blood,
Wherein thou ſeeſt me maskt, for thy Reuenge
Wrench vp thy power to th'higheſt.

Auf.
Wer't thou the Hector,
That was the whip of your bragg'd Progeny,
Thou ſhould'ſt not ſcape me heere.
Heere they fight, and certaine Volces come in the ayde
of Auffi. Martius fights til they be driuen in breathles.
Officious and not valiant, you haue ſham'd me
In your condemned Seconds.

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