Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tit. You were as good to shoote against the winde.
Tit. Too it Boy, Marcus loose when I bid:
Tit. Of my word, I haue written to effect,
Tit. Ther's not a God left vnsollicited.
Marc. Marc.
Marc. Kinsmen, shoot all your shafts into the Court,
Marc. We will afflict the Emperour in his pride.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Now Maisters draw, Oh well said Lucius:
Tit. Good Boy in Virgoes lap, giue it Pallas.
Marc. My Lord, I aime a Mile beyond the Moone,
Marc. Your letter is with Iupiter by this.
Tit. Ha, ha, Publius, Publius, what hast thou done?
Tit. See, see, thou hast shot off one of Taurus hornes.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. This was the sport my Lord, when Publius shot,
Mar. The Bull being gal'd, gaue Aries such a knocke,
Mar. That downe fell both the Rams hornes in the Court,