Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mur. Haue you climb'd vp to Walles and Battlements,
Mur. To Towres and Windowes? Yea, to Chimney tops,
Mur. Your Infants in your Armes, and there haue sate
Mur. The liue‑long day, with patient expectation,
Mur. To see great Pompey passe the streets of Rome:
Mur. And when you saw his Chariot but appeare,
Mur. Haue you not made an Vniuersall shout,
Mur. That Tyber trembled vnderneath her bankes
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