O, me alone! make you a sword of me?[2707] 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,[2708] 80 Though thanks to all, must I select from all: the rest[2709] Shall bear the business in some other fight, As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march;[2710] And four shall quickly draw out my command,[2710][2711][2712] Which men are best inclined.[2712] _Com._ March on, my fellows: 85 Make good this ostentation, and you shall Divide in all with us. [_Exeunt._ SCENE VII. _The gates of Corioli._[2713] TITUS LARTIUS, _having set a guard upon Corioli, going with drum and trumpet toward_ COMINIUS _and_ CAIUS MARCIUS, _enters with a_ Lieutenant, _other_ Soldiers, _and a_ Scout. _Lart._ So, let the ports be guarded: keep your duties, As I have set them down. If I do send, dispatch[2714] Those centuries to our aid; the rest will serve[2715] For a short holding: if we lose the field, We cannot keep the town.[2716] _Lieu._ Fear not our care, sir.[2716] 5 _Lart._ Hence, and shut your gates upon 's.[2716][2717] Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us. [_Exeunt._[2716][2718] SCENE VIII. _A field of battle between the Roman and the Volscian camps._ _Alarum as in battle. Enter, from opposite sides,_ MARCIUS _and_ AUFIDIUS.[2719] _Mar._ I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee Worse than a promise-breaker. _Auf._ We hate alike: Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor[2720] More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.[2721][2722] _Mar._ Let the first budger die the other's slave,[2722] 5 And the gods doom him after! _Auf._ If I fly, Marcius,[2723] Holloa me like a hare.[2723][2724] _Mar._ 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 10 Wrench up thy power to the highest. _Auf._ Wert thou the Hector[2725] That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny, Thou shouldst not 'scape me here. [_They fight, and certain Volsces come in the aid of Aufidius. Marcius fights till they be driven in breathless._[2726] Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me In your condemned seconds. [_Exeunt._[2727] 15 SCENE IX. _The Roman camp._ _Flourish. Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Enter, from one side_, COMINIUS _with the_ Romans; _from the other side_, MARCIUS, _with his arm in a scarf_.[2728]