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[Ay, I have heard enough]
Ay, I have heard enough—
Ye men of Rome, yet not as Rome has been!
I've heard enough—ye cannot tell me more,
In all your volubility of speech,
Were your time lengthen'd to eternity!
Ye would depose Manilius!—do it then,
Ye dogs, and leap into his state, at once,
And growl and battle with yourselves, for bones,
That dogs have pluck'd before—ye Jackal troops,
That have a nose for carrion, and can scent
Your bruitage o'er the Tiber, at its swell.
Ye men of Rome, yet not as Rome has been!
I've heard enough—ye cannot tell me more,
In all your volubility of speech,
Were your time lengthen'd to eternity!
Ye would depose Manilius!—do it then,
Ye dogs, and leap into his state, at once,
And growl and battle with yourselves, for bones,
That dogs have pluck'd before—ye Jackal troops,
That have a nose for carrion, and can scent
Your bruitage o'er the Tiber, at its swell.
I'll hear no more from ye—ye are too foul,
And taint my garden air: now get ye gone—
Depose Manilius, send him into exile—
Tell him to shake the dust from off his feet,
Nor curse ye all, 'twere waste of honest breath,
And like the holy blood, so often shed,
T'were less than thrown away, on thankless Rome!
And taint my garden air: now get ye gone—
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Tell him to shake the dust from off his feet,
Nor curse ye all, 'twere waste of honest breath,
And like the holy blood, so often shed,
T'were less than thrown away, on thankless Rome!
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