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MENENIUS:
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This is unlikely:
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He and Aufidius can no more atone
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Than violentest contrariety.
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Second Messenger:
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You are sent for to the senate:
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A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius
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Associated with Aufidius, rages
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Upon our territories; and have already
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O'erborne their way, consumed with fire, and took
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What lay before them.
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COMINIUS:
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O, you have made good work!
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MENENIUS:
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What news? what news?
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COMINIUS:
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You have holp to ravish your own daughters and
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To melt the city leads upon your pates,
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To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses,--
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MENENIUS:
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What's the news? what's the news?
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COMINIUS:
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Your temples burned in their cement, and
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Your franchises, whereon you stood, confined
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Into an auger's bore.
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MENENIUS:
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Pray now, your news?
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You have made fair work, I fear me.--Pray, your news?--
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If Marcius should be join'd with Volscians,--
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COMINIUS:
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If!
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He is their god: he leads them like a thing
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Made by some other deity than nature,
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That shapes man better; and they follow him,
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Against us brats, with no less confidence
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Than boys pursuing summer butterflies,
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Or butchers killing flies.
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MENENIUS:
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You have made good work,
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You and your apron-men; you that stood so up much
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on the voice of occupation and
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The breath of garlic-eaters!
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COMINIUS:
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He will shake
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Your Rome about your ears.
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MENENIUS:
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As Hercules
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Did shake down mellow fruit.
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You have made fair work!
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BRUTUS:
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But is this true, sir?
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COMINIUS:
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Ay; and you'll look pale
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Before you find it other. All the regions
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Do smilingly revolt; and who resist
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Are mock'd for valiant ignorance,
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And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame him?
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Your enemies and his find something in him.
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MENENIUS:
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We are all undone, unless
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The noble man have mercy.
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COMINIUS:
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Who shall ask it?
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The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people
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Deserve such pity of him as the wolf
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Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they
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Should say 'Be good to Rome,' they charged him even
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As those should do that had deserved his hate,
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And therein show'd like enemies.
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MENENIUS:
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'Tis true:
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If he were putting to my house the brand
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That should consume it, I have not the face
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To say 'Beseech you, cease.' You have made fair hands,
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You and your crafts! you have crafted fair!
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COMINIUS:
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You have brought
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A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
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So incapable of help.
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Both Tribunes:
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Say not we brought it.
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