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On the sudden, I warrant him consul.
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Then our office may, during his power, go asleep.
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He cannot temperately transport his honors
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from where he should begin and end,
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but will lose those he hath won.
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I heard him swear, were he to stand for consul,
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never would he appear in the marketplace,
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nor showing, as the manner is, his wounds to the people,
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beg their stinking breaths.
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It was his word. It shall be to him then,
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a sure destruction.
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So it must fall out to him, or our authorities, for an end.