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Come, let us go.
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This fellow had a Volscian to his mother!
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His wife is in Volsces
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and his child like him by chance.
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Yet give us our dispatch
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I am hushed until our city be afire,
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and then I'll speak a little.
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O Mother...
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Mother...
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What have you done?
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Behold...
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...the heavens do ope...