Romulo

Romulo yells: Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!

Romulo yells: Thou smilest... upon the stroke that... murders me.

Romulo yells: This day's black fate on more days doth depend. This but begins the woe. Others must end.

Romulo yells: Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death; I enforce thy rotten jaws to open!

Romulo yells: How well my comfort is revived by this!

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