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COMINIUS:
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Noble Marcius!
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First Senator:
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MARCIUS:
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Nay, let them follow:
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The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither
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To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutiners,
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Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.
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SICINIUS:
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Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius?
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BRUTUS:
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He has no equal.
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SICINIUS:
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When we were chosen tribunes for the people,--
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BRUTUS:
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Mark'd you his lip and eyes?
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SICINIUS:
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Nay. but his taunts.
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BRUTUS:
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Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods.
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SICINIUS:
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Be-mock the modest moon.
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BRUTUS:
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The present wars devour him: he is grown
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Too proud to be so valiant.
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SICINIUS:
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Such a nature,
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Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow
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Which he treads on at noon: but I do wonder
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His insolence can brook to be commanded
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Under Cominius.
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BRUTUS:
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Fame, at the which he aims,
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In whom already he's well graced, can not
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Better be held nor more attain'd than by
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A place below the first: for what miscarries
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Shall be the general's fault, though he perform
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To the utmost of a man, and giddy censure
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Will then cry out of Marcius 'O if he
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Had borne the business!'
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SICINIUS:
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Besides, if things go well,
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Opinion that so sticks on Marcius shall
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Of his demerits rob Cominius.
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BRUTUS:
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Come:
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Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius.
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Though Marcius earned them not, and all his faults
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To Marcius shall be honours, though indeed
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In aught he merit not.
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SICINIUS:
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Let's hence, and hear
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How the dispatch is made, and in what fashion,
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More than his singularity, he goes
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Upon this present action.
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BRUTUS:
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Lets along.
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First Senator:
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So, your opinion is, Aufidius,
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That they of Rome are entered in our counsels
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And know how we proceed.
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AUFIDIUS:
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Is it not yours?
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What ever have been thought on in this state,
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That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome
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Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone
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Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think
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I have the letter here; yes, here it is.
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'They have press'd a power, but it is not known
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Whether for east or west: the dearth is great;
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The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd,
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Cominius, Marcius your old enemy,
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Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,
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And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,
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These three lead on this preparation
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Whither 'tis bent: most likely 'tis for you:
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Consider of it.'
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First Senator:
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Our army's in the field
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We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready
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