Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mur. To heare the replication of your sounds,
Mur. Made in her Concaue Shores?
Mur. And do you now put on your best attyre?
Mur. And do you now cull out a Holyday?
Mur. And do you now strew Flowers in his way,
Mur. That comes in Triumph ouer Pompeyes blood?
Mur. Be gone,
Mur. Runne to your houses, fall vpon your knees,
Mur. Pray to the Gods to intermit the plague
Mur. That needs must light on this Ingratitude.
Fla. Fla.
Fla. Go, go, good Countrymen, and for this fault
Fla. Assemble all the poore men of your sort;
Fla. Draw them to Tyber bankes, and weepe your teares
Fla. Into the Channell, till the lowest streame
Fla. Do kisse the most exalted Shores of all.
Fla. Exeunt all the Commoners.
Fla. See where their basest mettle be not mou'd,
Fla. They vanish tongue‑tyed in their guiltinesse:
Fla. Go you downe that way towards the Capitoll,