724Mar. Ile fight with none but thee, for I do hate thee

725Worse then a Promise-breaker.

726Auffid. We hate alike:

727Not Affricke ownes a Serpent I abhorre

728More then thy Fame and Enuy: Fix thy foot.

729Mar. Let the first Budger dye the others Slaue,

730And the Gods doome him after.

731Auf. If I flye Martius, hollow me like a Hare.

732Mar. Within these three houres Tullus

733Alone I fought in your Corioles walles,

734And made what worke I pleas'd: 'Tis not my blood,

735Wherein thou seest me maskt, for thy Reuenge

736Wrench vp thy power to th' highest.

737Auf. Wer't thou the Hector,

738That was the whip of your bragg'd Progeny,

739Thou should'st not scape me heere.

742Officious and not valiant, you haue sham'd me

743In your condemned Seconds.