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upon my brother's guard,
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even there, will I wash my fierce hand in his heart.
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Honorable Menenius!
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My boy, Martius, approaches.
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For the love of Juno, let's go.
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Is he not wounded? He was wont to come home wounded.
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O yes, he is wounded. I thank the gods for it.
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O, so do I too, if it be not too much.
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Brings a victory in his pocket,
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the wounds become him.
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Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly?
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Titus Lartius said they fought together,