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You were got in fear, though you were born in Rome."
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You souls of geese that bear the shapes of men!
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Pluto and hell. Look to it. Come on!
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Mend and charge home,
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or, by the fires of heaven,
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I'll leave the foe and make my wars on you.
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His bloody brow then wiping, forth he goes.
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His bloody brow? O Jupiter, no blood.
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Away, you fool.
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It more becomes a man than gold his trophy.
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Senator Menenius is come to visit you.
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Tell him we are fit to bid him welcome.