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SCEN. II.
Aufidius, Perpenna.Auf.
A Friend, Perpenna:
Who bids his General fly; or else submit
To lay the Storm, by your consent to march.
All arguments are vain; wounds but inflame
Their burning rage, and turn into despair
What hope could form. Hark how the Tempest roars,
As if they meant to force consent from Jove!
By strenuous voices so impulse the Air,
As make Convulsions in his Starry Orb!
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