Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lar. Thou worthiest Martius,
Lar. Go sound thy Trumpet in the Market place,
Lar. Call thither all the Officers a'th'Towne,
Lar. Where they shall know our minde. Away.
Lar. Exeunt.
Lar. [Act 1, Scene 6]
Lar. Enter Cominius as it were in retire, with soldiers.
Com. Com.
Com. Breath you my friends, wel fought, we are come (off,
Com. Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
Com. Nor Cowardly in retyre: Beleeue me Sirs,
Com. We shall be charg'd againe. Whiles we haue strooke
Com. By Interims and conueying gusts, we haue heard
Com. The Charges of our Friends. The Roman Gods,
Com. Leade their successes, as we wish our owne,
Com. That both our powers, with smiling Fronts encountring,
Com. May giue you thankfull Sacrifice. Thy Newes?
Com. Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Mess.
Mess. The Cittizens of Corioles haue yssued,