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
Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me
In your condemned seconds.