Alarum as in battle. Enter, from opposite sides, Marcius and Aufidius
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 Wrench up thy power to the highest.
Wert thou the Hector That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny, Thou shouldst not scape me here.
They fight, and certain Volsces come to the aid of Aufidius. Marcius fights till they be driven in breathless
Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me In your condemned seconds.