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XXXI
``Horatius,'' quoth the Consul1, ``As thou sayest, so let it be.'' And straight against that great array Forth2 went the dauntless Three. For Romans in Rome's quarrel Spared neither land nor gold, Nor son nor wife, nor limb nor life, In the brave days of old. 点击 ![]()
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