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Death, that dark spirit, in his nervy arm doth lie.
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Which, being advanced, declines, and then men die.
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Be it known, as to us, to all the world,
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that Caius Martius wears this war's garland.
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And, from this time, for what he did before Corioles,
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call him, with all the applause and clamor of the host:
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"Caius Martius Coriolanus." Bear the addition nobly ever.
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Caius Martius Coriolanus!
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No more of this. It does offend my heart. Pray now, no more.
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Look, sir, your mother.
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O, you have, I know,
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petitioned all the gods for my prosperity.