1    I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee
2    Worse than a promise-breaker.

3    We hate alike:
4    Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
5    More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.

6    Let the first budger die the other's slave,
7    And the gods doom him after!

8    If I fly, Marcius,
9    Holloa me like a hare.

10   Within these three hours, Tullus,
11   Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
12   And made what work I pleased: 'tis not my blood
13   Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge
14   Wrench up thy power to the highest.

15   Wert thou the Hector
16   That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny,
17   Thou shouldst not scape me here.
18   Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me
19   In your condemned seconds.