Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mes. The Romane Ladies bring not comfort home
Mes. They'l giue him death by Inches.
Mes. Enter another Messenger.
Sicin. Sicin.
Sicin. What's the Newes?
Mess. Mess.
Mess. Good Newes, good newes, the Ladies haue (preuayl'd,
Mess. The Volcians are dislodg'd, and Martius gone:
Mess. A merrier day did neuer yet greet Rome,
Mess. No, not th'expulsion of the Tarquins.
Sicin. Friend, art thou certaine this is true?
Sicin. Is't most certaine.
Mes. Mes.
Mes. As certaine as I know the Sun is fire:
Mes. Where haue you lurk'd that you make doubt of it:
Mes. Ne're through an Arch so hurried the blowne Tide,
Mes. As the recomforted through th'gates. Why harke you:
Mes. Trumpets, Hoboyes, Drums beate, altogether.
Mes. The Trumpets, Sack‑buts, Psalteries, and Fifes,