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V,6,3967
Peace, ho! no outrage: peace! The man is noble and his fame folds-in This orb o' the earth. His last offences to us Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius, And trouble not the peace.
2
V,6,3982
Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.
3
V,6,3996
His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Let's make the best of it.