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.