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Your honor's pardon. I'd rather have my wounds to heal again
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than hear say how I got them.
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Pray you, sit down.
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I'd rather have one scratch my head in the sun
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when the alarm were struck
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than idly sit to hear my nothings monstered.
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- Speak, good Cominius. - Aye, proceed.
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The deeds of Coriolanus should not be uttered feebly.
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It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue,
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and most dignifies the haver.
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If it be, the man I speak of
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cannot in the world be singly counterpoised.