A Field of Battle between the Roman and 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,
	Holloa 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 in the aid of Aufidius.
            MARTIUS fights till they be driven in breathless.

	Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me
	In your condemnd seconds.
												[Exeunt.
