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Your Honour thinks too highly of me. No: I cannot think enough. And I would have Him emulate you. 'Tis no shame, to follow The better precedent. She shows you, Curius, What claim your Country lays to you; and what duty You owe to it: Be not afraid, to break With Murderers, and Traitors, for the saving A life, so near, and necessary to you, As is your Countries. Think but on her right. No Child can be too natural to his Parent. She is our common Mother, and doth challenge The prime part of us; Do not stop, but give it: He, that is void of fear, may soon be just, And no Religion binds men to be Traitors. My Lord, he understands it; and will follow Your saving counsel. But his shame, yet, stays him. I know, that he is coming. Do you know it? Yes, let me speak with you. O you are—. What a I? Speak not so loud. I am, what you should be, Come, do you think, I'd walk in any plot, Where Madam Sempronia should take place of me, And Fulvia come i' the rear, or on the by? That I would be her second, in a business, Though it might vantage me all the Sun sees? It was a silly fantasy of yours. Apply Yourself to me, and the Consul, and be wife; Follow the fortune I ha' put you into: You may be some thing this way, and with safety. Nay, I must tolerate no whisperings, Lady. Sir, you may hear. I tell him, in the way, Wherein he was, how hazardous his course was. How hazardous? how certain to all ruin. Did he, or do, yet, any of them imagine The Gods would sleep, to such a Stygian practice, Against that Commonwealth, which they have founded With so much labour, and like care have kept, Now near seven hundred years? It is a madness, Wherewith Heaven blinds 'em, when it would confound 'em, That they should think it. Come, my Curius, I see your nature's right; you shall no more Be mentioned with them: I will call you mine, And trouble this good shame, no farther. Stand Firm for your Country; and become a man Honoured, and loved. It were a noble life, To be found dead, embracing her. Know you, What thanks, what titles, what rewards the Senate Will heap upon you, certain, for your service? Let not a desperate action more engage you, Then safety should; and wicked friendship force What honesty, and virtue cannot work. He tells you right, sweet friend: 'Tis saving counsel. Most noble Consul, I am yours, and hers; I mean my Countries: you ' have formed me new. Inspiring me, with what I should be, truly. And I entreat, my faith may not seem cheaper For springing out of penitence.
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Your Honor thinks too highly of me. No: I cannot thinke inough. And I would haue Him emulate you. 'Tis no shame, to follow The better precedent. Shee shewes you, Curius, VVhat claime your Countrey laies to you; and what duty You owe to it: Be not afraid, to breake VVith Murderers, and Traytors, for the sauing A life, so neare, and necessary to you, As is your Countries. Thinke but on her right. " No Child can be too naturall to his Parent. Shee is our common Mother, and doth challenge The prime part of vs; Doe not stop, but giue it: " He, that is void of feare, may soone be iust, " And no Religion binds men to be Traitors. My Lord, he vnderstands it; and will follow Your sauing counsell. But his shame, yet, stayes him. I know, that he is comming. Doe you know it? Yes, let me speake with you. O you are. What a I? Speake not so loud. I am, what you should be, Come, doe you thinke, I'ld walke in any plot, Where Madame Sempronia should take place of me, And Fuluia come i' the rere, or on the by? That I would be her second, in a businesse, Though it might vantage me all the Sunne sees? It was a seely phant'sie of yours. Apply Your selfe to me, and the Consul, and be wife; Follow the fortune I ha' put you into: You may be some thing this way, and with safety. Nay, I must tolerate no whisperings, Lady. Sir, you may heare. I tell him, in the way, Wherein he was, how hazardous his course was. How hazardous? how certaine to all ruine. Did he, or doe, yet, any of them imagine The Gods would sleepe, to such a Stygian practise, Against that Commonwealth, which they haue founded With so much labour, and like care haue kept, Now neare seuen hundred yeares? It is a madnesse, Wherewith Heauen blinds 'hem, when it would confound 'hem, That they should thinke it. Come, my Curius, I see your nature's right; you shall no more Be mention'd with them: I will call you mine, And trouble this good shame, no farder. Stand Firme for your Countrey; and become a man Honor'd, and lou'd. It were a noble life, To be found dead, embracing her. Know you, What thanks, what titles, what rewards the Senate Will heape vpon you, certaine, for your seruice? Let not a desperate action more engage you, Then safety should; and wicked friendship force VVhat honesty, and vertue cannot worke. He tels you right, sweete friend: 'Tis sauing counsaile. Most noble Consul, I am yours, and ers; I meane my Countries: you' haue form'd me new. Inspiring me, wih what I should be, truely. And I intreate, my faith may not seeme cheaper For springing out of penitence.