Lartius complete text
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Lartius. O noble fellow! | 1.4.64
Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword, | 1.4.65
And, when it bows, stands up. Thou art left, Marcius: | 1.4.66
A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art, | 1.4.67
Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier | 1.4.68
Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible | 1.4.69
Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks and | 1.4.70
The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds, | 1.4.71
Thou madst thine enemies shake, as if the world | 1.4.72
Were feverous and did tremble. | 1.4.73
Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy
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