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This Orb o'th earth ; his last offences to us
Auf. Insolent villain !
[The conspirators all draw, and kill Marcius,
who falls, and Aufidius’s stands on him. Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold. Auf. My noble Masters, hear me speak. i Lord. O Tullus
2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed, whereat Valour will weep. 3 Lord. Tread not upon him makers all, be
Please it your Honours
į Lord. Bear from hence his body,
2 Lord. His own impatience
Auf. My Rage is gone,
Hath widowed and unchilded many a one,
(Exeunt, bearing the body of Marcius. A dead
The End of the Sixth Volume.