Oh me alone, make you a sword of me: If these shewes be not outward, which of you But is foure Volces? None of you, but is Able to beare against the great Auffidious A Shield, as hard as his. A certaine number (Though thankes to all) must I select from all: The rest shall beare the businesse in some other fight (As cause will be obey'd:) please you to March, And foure shall quickly draw out my Command, Which men are best inclin'd Com. March on my Fellowes: Make good this ostentation, and you shall Diuide in all, with vs. Exeunt. Titus Lartius, hauing set a guard vpon Carioles, going with Drum and Trumpet toward Cominius, and Caius Martius, Enters with a Lieutenant, other Souldiours, and a Scout. Lar. So, let the Ports be guarded; keepe your Duties As I haue set them downe. If I do send, dispatch Those Centuries to our ayd, the rest will serue For a short holding, if we loose the Field, We cannot keepe the Towne Lieu. Feare not our care Sir Lart. Hence; and shut your gates vpon's: Our Guider come, to th' Roman Campe conduct vs. Exit Alarum, as in Battaile. 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. Flourish. Alarum. A Retreat is sounded. Enter at one Doore Cominius, with the Romanes: At another Doore Martius, with his Arme in a Scarfe. Com. If I should tell thee o're this thy dayes Worke, Thou't not beleeue thy deeds: but Ile report it, Where Senators shall mingle teares with smiles, Where great Patricians shall attend, and shrug, I'th' end admire: where Ladies shall be frighted, And gladly quak'd, heare more: where the dull Tribunes, That with the fustie Plebeans, hate thine Honors, Shall say against their hearts, We thanke the Gods Our Rome hath such a Souldier. Yet cam'st thou to a Morsell of this Feast, Hauing fully din'd before. Enter Titus with his Power, from the Pursuit.