Act I, Scene 8

A field of battle.

[Alarum as in battle. Enter, from opposite sides,] [p]CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS]

• 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 740
  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. 745

• 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. 750

• 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 755
  breathless]
  Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me
  In your condemned seconds.

[Exeunt]