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He has betray'd your Business, and given up,
Auf. Name not the God, thou Boy of Tears."
Cor. Measureless Liar, thou hast made my Hea
i Lord. Peace both, and hear me speak.
Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volscies, Men and Lads,
Auf. Why, Noble Lords,
All Con. Let him dye for't.
All People. Tear him to pieces, do it presently: He kill'd my Son, my Daughter, he killed my
Cor. that I had him, with six Aufidiusses, or more ; His Tribe; to use my lawful Sword
Auf. Insolent 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,
i Lord. Bear from hence his Body,
2 Lord. His own impatience
Auf. My Rage is gone,
(Exeunt, bearing the Body of Martius. A depa*M1arch founded.