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and with a sudden re-enforcement
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struck Corioles like a planet.
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Until we called both field and city ours,
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he never stood to ease his breast with panting.
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Our spoils he kicked at, and looked upon things precious
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as they were the common muck of the world.
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He covets less than misery itself would give,
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rewards his deeds with doing them,
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and is content to spend the time to end it.
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The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleased to make thee consul.
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Aye.
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I do owe them still my life and services.