Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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1. Sol. To answer all the City.
Lar. Lar.
Lar. Oh Noble Fellow!
Lar. Who sensibly out‑dares his sencelesse Sword,
Lar. And when it bowes, stand'st vp: Thou art left Martius,
Lar. A Carbuncle intire: as big as thou art
Lar. Weare not so rich a Iewell. Thou was't a Souldier
Lar. Euen to Calues wish, not fierce and terrible
Lar. Onely in strokes, but with thy grim lookes, and
Lar. The Thunder‑like percussion of thy sounds
Lar. Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the World
Lar. Were Feauorous, and did tremble.
Lar. Enter Martius bleeding, assaulted by the Enemy.
1. Sol. 1. Sol.
1. Sol. Looke Sir.
Lar. O 'tis Martius.
Lar. Let's fetch him off, or make remaine alike.
Lar. They fight, and all enter the City.
Lar. [Act 1, Scene 5]