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VALERIA:
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Verily, I do not jest with you; there came news from
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him last night.
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VIRGILIA:
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Indeed, madam?
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VALERIA:
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In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak it.
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Thus it is: the Volsces have an army forth; against
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whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of
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our Roman power: your lord and Titus Lartius are set
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down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt
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prevailing and to make it brief wars. This is true,
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on mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us.
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VIRGILIA:
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Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in every
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thing hereafter.
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VOLUMNIA:
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Let her alone, lady: as she is now, she will but
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disease our better mirth.
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VALERIA:
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In troth, I think she would. Fare you well, then.
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Come, good sweet lady. Prithee, Virgilia, turn thy
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solemness out o' door. and go along with us.
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VIRGILIA:
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No, at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. I wish
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you much mirth.
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VALERIA:
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Well, then, farewell.
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MARCIUS:
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Yonder comes news. A wager they have met.
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LARTIUS:
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My horse to yours, no.
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MARCIUS:
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'Tis done.
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LARTIUS:
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Agreed.
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MARCIUS:
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Say, has our general met the enemy?
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Messenger:
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They lie in view; but have not spoke as yet.
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LARTIUS:
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So, the good horse is mine.
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MARCIUS:
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I'll buy him of you.
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LARTIUS:
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No, I'll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I will
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For half a hundred years. Summon the town.
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MARCIUS:
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How far off lie these armies?
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Messenger:
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Within this mile and half.
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MARCIUS:
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Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours.
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Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work,
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That we with smoking swords may march from hence,
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To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast.
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Tutus Aufidius, is he within your walls?
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First Senator:
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No, nor a man that fears you less than he,
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That's lesser than a little.
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Hark! our drums
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Are bringing forth our youth. We'll break our walls,
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Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates,
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Which yet seem shut, we, have but pinn'd with rushes;
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They'll open of themselves.
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Hark you. far off!
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There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes
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Amongst your cloven army.
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MARCIUS:
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O, they are at it!
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LARTIUS:
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Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, ho!
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MARCIUS:
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They fear us not, but issue forth their city.
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Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight
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With hearts more proof than shields. Advance,
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