Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lart. No, Ile nor sel, nor giue him: Lend you him I will
Lart. For halfe a hundred yeares: Summon the Towne.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. How farre off lie these Armies?
Mess. Mess.
Mess. Within this mile and halfe.
Mar. Then shall we heare their Larum, & they Ours.
Mar. Now Mars, I prythee make vs quicke in worke,
Mar. That we with smoaking swords may march from hence
Mar. To helpe our fielded Friends. Come, blow thy blast.
Mar. They Sound a Parley: Enter two Senators with others on
Mar. the Walles of Corialus.
Mar. Tullus Auffidious, is he within your Walles?
1. Senat. 1. Senat.
1. Senat. No, nor a man that feares you lesse then he,
1. Senat. That's lesser then a little:
1. Senat. Drum a farre off.
1. Senat. Hearke, our Drummes
1. Senat. Are bringing forth our youth: Wee'l breake our Walles