Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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1 daughters, or with the palsied intercession of such a de
1 cay'd Dotant as you seeme to be? Can you think to blow
1 out the intended fire, your City is ready to flame in, with
1 such weake breath as this? No, you are deceiu'd, therfore
1 backe to Rome, and prepare for your execution: you are
1 condemn'd, our Generall has sworne you out of repreeue
1 and pardon.
Mene. Mene.
Mene. Sirra, if thy Captaine knew I were heere,
Mene. He would vse me with estimation.
1 1
1 Come, my Captaine knowes you not.
Mene. I meane thy Generall.
1 My Generall cares not for you. Back I say, go: least
1 I let forth your halfe pinte of blood. Backe, that's the vt
1 most of your hauing, backe.
Mene. Nay but Fellow, Fellow.