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| A low sound of drums and SOLDIERS
marching. |
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But when they should endure the bloody spur, |
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They fall their crests and, like deceitful jades, |
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Sink in the trial. Comes his army on? |
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But when push comes to shove, they droop like those horses that
are all show and slow to a crawl. Is his army approaching? |
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They mean this night in Sardis to be quartered. |
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The greater part, the horse in general, |
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Are come with Cassius. |
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They plan to spend the night in Sardis. The larger part, the main
body of cavalry, are coming with Cassius. |
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Hark! He is
arrived. |
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March gently on to meet him. |
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Look! He's arrived. March to meet him at a dignified
pace. |
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| Enter CASSIUS and his powers |
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army. |
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Stand, ho! Speak the word along. |
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Halt! Pass the order along. |
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Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. |
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Most noble brother, you have done me wrong. |
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Judge me, you gods! Wrong I mine enemies? |
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And if not so, how should I wrong a brother? |
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Let the gods judge me! Do I mistreat even my enemies? No. So how
could I possibly wrong a brother? |
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