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The worthy fellow is our general: he's the rock, the oak not to be wind-shaken.
What cause, do you think, I have to swoon?
'Tis a spell, you see, of much power: you know the way home again.
Come, my captain knows you not.
Howsoever you have been his liar, as you say you have, I am one that, telling true under him, must say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back.
You'll see your Rome embraced with fire before You'll speak with Coriolanus.
Stand, and go back.
Get you gone.
Farewell.
Noble Aufidius, Take your commission; hie you to your bands: Let us alone to guard Corioli: If they set down before 's, for the remove Bring your army; but, I think, you'll find They've not prepared for us.