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Their rotten privilege and custom ’gainst
My hate to Martius. Where I find him, were it
At home upon my brother’s guard, even there, [25]
Against the hospitable canon, would I

Wash my fierce hand in’s heart. Go you to th’city.
Learn how ’tis held, and what they are that must
Be hostages for Rome.

FIRST SOLDIER
Will not you go?

AUFIDIUS
I am attended at the cypress grove. I pray you − [30]

’Tis south the city mills − bring me word thither
How the world goes, that to the pace of it
I may spur on my journey.

FIRST SOLDIER
I shall, sir.
Exeunt.