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Aufidius, and you Volsces, mark.
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For we'll hear naught from Rome in private.
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Your request?
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Should we be silent and not speak, our raiment
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and state of bodies would
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betray what life we have led since thy exile.
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Think with thyself.
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How more unfortunate than all living women are we come hither,
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since that thy sight, which should make our eyes flow with joy,
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hearts dance with comforts...
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...constrains them weep and shake with fear and sorrow...
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...making the mother, wife, and child