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Anf. Say no more, here come the Lords.
Enter the Lords of the City.
Auf. I have not deserv'd it.
All. We have.
1 Lord. And grieve to hear it.
Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him.
Commons being with him.
Auf. Read it not, Noble Lords,
Cor. Traitor !How now!
Auf. Ay, Martius, Caius Martius; doft thou think
He has betray'd your Busines, and given up,
Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars
Cor. Measureless Liar, thou hast made my Heart
i Lord. Peace both, and hear me spopk.
Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volscies, Men and Lads,
you have writ your Annals true, 'tis there,
Auf. Why, Noble Lords,
put in mind of his blind Fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy Braggart, 'Fore your own Eyes and Ears?
All Con. Let him dye for't.
Cor. O that I had him, with fix Aufidiusses, or more; His Tribe ; to use my lawful Sword
Auf. Infolent Villain.
[The Conspirators all draw, and kill Martius, who
falls, and Aufidius stands on him.
2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed, whereat Valour will weep.
3 Lord. Tread not upon him---Masters all, be quiet, Put up your Swords.
Auf. My Lords,
Į Lord. Bear from hence his Body,
2 Lord. His own impatience
Auf. My Rage is gone,
your steel Pikes. Though in this city he
[Excunt, bearing the Body of Martius. A dead March founded.