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SCENE VII.
Metellus.Pride of Rome, farewell!
Thou art above my Praise—take all my Wonder:
If Honesty of Heart; if Truth unstain'd;
The strictest Honour, and the justest Sense,
Can, thro' revolving Years perpetuate Fame,
The last of Ages shall revere thy Name.
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