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'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.
— Twelfth Night, Act I Scene 5
KEYWORD: publius
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How foolish do your fears seem now, Calpurnia!
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Welcome, Publius.
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A crowd of people; among them ARTEMIDORUS and the Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter CAESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, METELLUS CIMBER, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others. |
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I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar;
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5 |
Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon:
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6 |
Where's Publius? |
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7 |
Talk not of standing. Publius, good cheer;
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And leave us, Publius; lest that the people,
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Upon condition Publius shall not live,
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