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How often already has that dagger of yours been wrested from your hands?
how often has it slipped through them by some chance, and dropped down? and yet you cannot
any longer do without it; and to what sacred mysteries it is consecrated and devoted by you I
know not, that you think it necessary to plunge it in the body of the consul.
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M. Tullius Cicero. The Orations of Marcus Tullius Cicero, literally translated by C. D. Yonge, B. A. London. Henry G. Bohn, York Street, Covent Garden. 1856.
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