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These wars determine : if I cannot persuade thee
Vir. Ay, and mine,
340 Boy. He shall not tread on me; I'll run away 'till I am bigger, but then I'll fight.
Cor. Not of a woman's tenderness to be, Requires nor child nor woman's face to see. I have sat too long.
Vol. Nay, go not from us thus. If it were so, that our request did tend To save the Romans, thereby to destroy The Volsces whom you serve, you might condemn
us, As poisonous of your honour : No; our suit 350 Is, that you reconcile them : while the Volsces May say, This mercy we have shew'd; the Romans, This we receiv'd; and each in either side Give the all-hail to thee, and cry, Be blest For making up this peace! Thou know'st, great son, The end of war's uncertain; but this certain, That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit Which thou shalt thereby reap, is such a name, Whose repetition will be dogg’d with curses ; Whose chronicle thus writ-The man was noble, 360
O So we wrill home to Rome,
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