O, me alone! Make you a sword of me? If these shows be not outward, which of you But is four Volsces? None of you but is Able to bear against the great Aufidius A shield as hard as his. A certain number, Though thanks to all, must I select from all. The rest shall bear the business in some other fight, As cause will be obeyed. Please you to march, And I shall quickly draw out my command, Which men are best inclined. COMINIUS. March on, my fellows. Make good this ostentation, and you shall Divide in all with us. [_Exeunt._] SCENE VII. The gates of Corioles Titus Lartius, having set a guard upon Corioles, going with drum and trumpet toward Cominius and Caius Martius, enters with a Lieutenant, other Soldiers, and a Scout. LARTIUS. So, let the ports be guarded. Keep your duties As I have set them down. If I do send, dispatch Those centuries to our aid; the rest will serve For a short holding. If we lose the field, We cannot keep the town. LIEUTENANT. Fear not our care, sir. LARTIUS. Hence, and shut your gates upon’s. Our guider, come. To th’ Roman camp conduct us. [_Exeunt._] SCENE VIII. A field of battle between the Roman and the Volscian camps Alarum, as in battle. Enter Martius and Aufidius at several doors. MARTIUS. 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. MARTIUS. Let the first budger die the other’s slave, And the gods doom him after! AUFIDIUS. If I fly, Martius, Hollo me like a hare. MARTIUS. Within these three hours, Tullus, Alone I fought in your Corioles’ walls, And made what work I pleased. ’Tis not my blood Wherein thou seest me masked. For thy revenge Wrench up thy power to th’ highest. AUFIDIUS. Wert thou the Hector That was the whip of your bragged progeny, Thou shouldst not scape me here. [_Here they fight, and certain Volsces come to the aid of Aufidius._] Officious and not valiant, you have shamed me In your condemned seconds. [_Martius fights till they be driven in breathless. Aufidius and Martius exit, separately._] SCENE IX. The Roman camp Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Flourish. Enter, at one door, Cominius with the Romans; at another door, Martius, with his arm in a scarf. COMINIUS. If I should tell thee o’er this thy day’s work, Thou’t not believe thy deeds. But I’ll report it Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles; Where great patricians shall attend and shrug, I’ th’ end admire; where ladies shall be frighted And, gladly quaked, hear more; where the dull tribunes, That with the fusty plebeians hate thine honours, Shall say against their hearts “We thank the gods Our Rome hath such a soldier.” Yet cam’st thou to a morsel of this feast, Having fully dined before. Enter Titus Lartius with his power, from the pursuit. LARTIUS. O general, Here is the steed, we the caparison. Hadst thou beheld—