Coriolanus by William Shakespeare
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Valeria. In troth I thinke she would: Fare you well then. Come good sweet Ladie. Prythee Virgilia turne thy solemnesse out a doore, And go along with vs Virgil. No At a word Madam; Indeed I must not, I wish you much mirth Val. Well, then farewell. Exeunt. Ladies. Enter Martius, Titus Lartius, with Drumme and Colours, with Captaines and Souldiers, as before the City Corialus: to them a Messenger. Martius. Yonder comes Newes: A Wager they haue met Lar. My horse to yours, no Mar. Tis done Lart. Agreed Mar. Say, ha's our Generall met the Enemy? Mess. They lye in view, but haue not spoke as yet |
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