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- Let's be calm. - The people are abused, set on.
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This was my speech, and I'll speak it again.
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- Not now, not now. - Not in this heat, sir.
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My nobler friends, I crave their pardons.
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For the mutable, rank-scented many,
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let them regard me as I do not flatter,
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and therein behold themselves.
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I say again, in soothing them,
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we nourish against our senate
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the cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition,
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which we ourselves have ploughed for,
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sowed, and scattered