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COMINIUS O, well begg’d!
Were he the butcher of my son, he should
100Be free as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus.
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COMINIUS You’re persuasive! Even if he were the butcher of my son, he’d be as free as the wind. Release him, Titus.
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LARTIUS Martius, his name?
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LARTIUS Martius, his name?
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CORIOLANUS By Jupiter! forgot.
I am weary; yea, my memory is tired.
Have we no wine here?
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CORIOLANUS By Jupiter! I’ve forgotten. I’m worn out and my memory is tired. Do we have any wine here?
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COMINIUS
105Go we to our tent:
The blood upon your visage dries; ’tis time
It should be look’d to: come.
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COMINIUS Let’s go our tent. The blood on your face is drying. It’s time you were looked at. Come.
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Exeunt
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All exit.
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