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And gather all the water we have.
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Quintus, your robe...
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Uh, it's nothing.
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Fetch the medicus.
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Lucretia..
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I should talk to the magistrate about it.
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Those men tried to kill you, an honest man.
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In a dishonest place.
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No, we won't concern the magistrate with these things,
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Not with the primus in the balance.
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I'll tend to the matter myself, um.
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That was the mark of one of the slaves