Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Satu. Despightfull and intollerable wrongs,
Satu. Shall I endure this monstrous villany?
Satu. I know from whence this same deuise proceedes:
Satu. May this be borne? As if his traytrous Sonnes,
Satu. That dy'd by law for murther of our Brother,
Satu. Haue by my meanes beene butcher'd wrongfully?
Satu. Goe dragge the villaine hither by the haire,
Satu. Nor Age, nor Honour, shall shape priuiledge:
Satu. For this proud mocke, Ile be thy slaughter man:
Satu. Sly franticke wretch, that holp'st to make me great,
Satu. In hope thy selfe should gouerne Rome and me.
Satu. Enter Nuntius Emillius.
Satur. Satur.
Satur. What newes with thee Emillius?
Emil. Emil.
Emil. Arme my Lords, Rome neuer had more cause,
Emil. The Gothes haue gather'd head, and with a power
Emil. Of high resolued men, bent to the spoyle
Emil. They hither march amaine, vnder conduct
Emil. Of Lucius, Sonne to old Andronicus: