Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cob. Cob.
Cob. Truly sir, to weare out their shooes, to get my
Cob. selfe into more worke. But indeede sir, we make Holy
Cob. day to see Cæsar, and to reioyce in his Triumph.
Mur. Mur.
Mur. Wherefore reioyce?
Mur. What Conquest brings he home?
Mur. What Tributaries follow him to Rome,
Mur. To grace in Captiue bonds his Chariot Wheeles?
Mur. You Blockes, you stones, you worse then senslesse things:
Mur. O you hard hearts, you cruell men of Rome,
Mur. Knew you not Pompey many a time and oft?
Mur. Haue you climb'd vp to Walles and Battlements,
Mur. To Towres and Windowes? Yea, to Chimney tops,
Mur. Your Infants in your Armes, and there haue sate
Mur. The liue‑long day, with patient expectation,
Mur. To see great Pompey passe the streets of Rome:
Mur. And when you saw his Chariot but appeare,
Mur. Haue you not made an Vniuersall shout,
Mur. That Tyber trembled vnderneath her bankes