Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mene. And being angry, does forget that euer
Mene. He heard the Name of Death.
Mene. A Noise within.
Mene. Here's goodly worke.
Patri. Patri.
Patri. I would they were a bed.
Mene. Mene.
Mene. I would they were in Tyber.
Mene. What the vengeance, could he not speake 'em faire?
Mene. Enter Brutus and Sicinius with the rabble againe.
Sicin. Sicin.
Sicin. Where is this Viper,
Sicin. That would depopulate the city, & be euery man himself
Mene. You worthy Tribunes.
Sicin. He shall be throwne downe the Tarpeian rock
Sicin. With rigorous hands: he hath resisted Law,
Sicin. And therefore Law shall scorne him further Triall
Sicin. Then the seuerity of the publike Power,