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Petruchio

Padua affords nothing but what is kind.    

Hortensio

For both our sakes, I would that word were true.    

Petruchio

Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow!    

Widow

Then never trust me if I be afeard.    

Petruchio

Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow!    

Widow

Then never trust me if I be afeard.    

Petruchio

You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense;    
I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.
[Gremio enters alone and stands aside. Then Biondello, Lucentio (no longer in disguise), and Bianca enter.]

Biondello

Quietly and quickly, sir; the priest is ready.

Lucentio

I’m coming, Biondello. But they might need you at home, so leave us.

[Exit Lucentio and Bianca]

Biondello

No, I swear I’ll make sure you’re safely married first, and then come back to my master’s as soon as I can.

Messala

How died my master, Strato?

Strato

I held the sword and he did run on it.

Messala

Octavius, then take him to follow thee,
That did the latest service to my master.

Antony

This was the noblest Roman of them all.
All the conspirators save only he
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar.
He only, in a general honest thought
And common good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world 'This was a man!'

Octavius

According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones tonight shall lie,
Most like a soldier, ordered honorably.
So call the field to rest, and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.
[Exit.]

Brutus

Are yet two Romans living such as these?
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well.
It is impossible that ever Rome
Should breed thy fellow. — Friends, I owe more tears

Cassius

                                                        Antony,
The posture of your blows are yet unknown;
But, for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.

Antony

Not stingless too?

Brutus

O yes, and soundless too!
For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
And very wisely threat before you sting.

Antony

Villains! You did not so when your vile daggers
Hacked one another in the sides of Caesar.
You showed your teeth like apes, and fawned like hounds,
And bowed like bondmen, kissing Caesar's feet;
Whilst damnèd Casca, like a cur, behind
Struck Caesar on the neck. O you flatterers!

Brutus

That govern us below.

Cassius

                                     Then, if we lose this battle,
You are contented to be led in triumph
Thorough the streets of Rome?

Brutus

No, Cassius, no. Think not, thou noble Roman,
That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome.
He bears too great a mind. But this same day

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