Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. And curse that Iustice did it. Who deserues Greatnes,
Mar. Deserues your Hate: and your Affections are
Mar. A sickmans Appetite; who desires most that
Mar. Which would encrease his euill. He that depends
Mar. Vpon your fauours, swimmes with finnes of Leade,
Mar. And hewes downe Oakes, with rushes. Hang ye: trust ye?
Mar. With euery Minute you do change a Minde,
Mar. And call him Noble, that was now your Hate:
Mar. Him vilde, that was your Garland. What's the matter,
Mar. That in these seuerall places of the Citie,
Mar. You cry against the Noble Senate, who
Mar. (Vnder the Gods) keepe you in awe, which else
Mar. Would feede on one another? What's their seeking?
Men. Men.
Men. For Corne at their owne rates, wherof they say
Men. The Citie is well stor'd.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Hang 'em: They say?
Mar. They'l sit by th'fire, and presume to know
Mar. What's done i'th Capitoll: Who's like to rise,