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SCENE the sixth.
Ænobarbus.I have a thought, lyes rip'ning in my breast,
And teems with future glory, if the fight
Prove undecisive, and these tents subsist.
Soon will I bid thee, hostile camp, farewell.
Thou saw'st me come in thraldom; I depart
A fugitive: if ever I return,
Thou shallt receive me in another guise;
Then shallt thou feel me; when my shining helm
Shall strike cold terrour through thy boldest guards,
And from its lofty crest destruction shake.
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