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I'll bring him to you.
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Let them pull all about mine ears,
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present me death on the wheel or at wild horses' heels,
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yet will I still be thus to them!
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Martius...
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I muse my mother does not approve me further.
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I talk of you. Why would you wish me milder?
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Would you have me false to my nature?
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Rather say I play the man I am.
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Sir, sir, I would have had you put your power well on
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before you had worn it out.
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- Let go. - You might have been enough