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You shall not tread on me.
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I'll run away till I'm bigger...
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...but then I'll fight!
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- I have sat too long. - Nay, go not from us thus.
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If it were so that our request did tend to save the Romans,
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thereby to destroy the Volsces whom you serve,
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thou might'st condemn us as poisonous of your honor.
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No. Our suit is that you reconcile them.
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So that the Voices may say "This mercy we have showed,"
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the Romans, "This we've received,"
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and each on either side give the all-hail to thee and cry,
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"Be blest for making up this peace!"