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| Messenger. Where's Caius Marcius? | 1.1.226
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| Messenger. The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms. | 1.1.228
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| Messenger. They lie in view; but have not spoke as yet. | 1.4.6
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| Messenger. Within this mile and half. | 1.4.12
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| Messenger. The citizens of Corioli have issued, | 1.6.13
| And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle: | 1.6.14
| I saw our party to their trenches driven, | 1.6.15
| And then I came away. | 1.6.16
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| Messenger. Above an hour, my lord. | 1.6.20
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| Messenger. Spies of the Volsces | 1.6.24
| Held me in chase, that I was forced to wheel | 1.6.25
| Three or four miles about, else had I, sir, | 1.6.26
| Half an hour since brought my report. | 1.6.27
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| Messenger. The nobles in great earnestness are going | 4.6.74
| All to the senate-house: some news is come | 4.6.75
| That turns their countenances. | 4.6.76
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| Messenger. Yes, worthy sir, | 4.6.80
| The slave's report is seconded; and more, | 4.6.81
| More fearful, is deliver'd. | 4.6.82
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| Messenger. Sir, if you'ld save your life, fly to your house: | 5.4.36
| The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune | 5.4.37
| And hale him up and down, all swearing, if | 5.4.38
| The Roman ladies bring not comfort home, | 5.4.39
| They'll give him death by inches. | 5.4.40
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