Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. There's meede for meede, death for a deadly deed.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. You sad fac'd men, people and Sonnes of Rome,
Mar. By vprores seuer'd like a flight of Fowle,
Mar. Scattred by windes and high tempestuous gusts:
Mar. Oh let me teach you how, to knit againe
Mar. This scattred Corne, into one mutuall sheafe,
Mar. These broken limbs againe into one body.
Goth. Goth.
Goth. Let Rome herselfe be bane vnto herselfe,
Goth. And shee whom mightie kingdomes cursie too,
Goth. Like a forlorne and desperate castaway,
Goth. Doe shamefull execution on her selfe.
Goth. But if my frostie signes and chaps of age,
Goth. Graue witnesses of true experience,
Goth. Cannot induce you to attend my words,
Goth. Speake Romes deere friend, as 'erst our Auncestor,
Goth. When with his solemne tongue he did discourse
Goth. To loue‑sicke Didoes sad attending eare,
Goth. The story of that balefull burning night,