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No more light answers. Let our officersHave note what we purpose. I shall breakThe cause of our expedience to the QueenAnd get her leave to part. For not aloneThe death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches,Do strongly speak to us, but the letters tooOf many our contriving friends in RomePetition us at home. Sextus PompeiusHath given the dare to Caesar and commandsThe empire of the sea. Our slippery people,Whose love is never linked to the deserverTill his deserts are past, begin to throwPompey the Great and all his dignitiesUpon his son, who – high in name and power,Higher than both in blood and life – stands upFor the main soldier; whose quality, going on,The sides o’ th’ world may danger. Much is breedingWhich, like the courser’s hair, hath yet but lifeAnd not a serpent’s poison.
