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Provok'd by him, you cannot,—the great danger

Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice

That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours

To call me to your senate, I'll deliver

Myself your loyal servant, or endure

Your heaviest censure.

1. Lord. Bear from hence his body;

And mourn you for him! Let him be regarded

As the most noble corse that ever herald

Did follow to his urn.

2. Lord. His own impatience

Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.

Let's make the best of it.

Auf. My rage is gone,

And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up:

Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one,

Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully;

Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he

Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,

Which to this hour bewail the injury,

Yet he shall have a noble memory.

Assist.

 139 did owe you: promised to bring upon you, rendered you liable to

141 deliver: demonstrate

152 Trail: drag on the ground in sign of mourning

153 unchilded: slain the children of  

