Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mart. As merry, as when our Nuptiall day was done,
Mart. And Tapers burnt to Bedward.
Com. Com.
Com. Flower of Warriors, how is't with Titus Lartius?
Mar. Mar.
Mar. As with a man busied about Decrees:
Mar. Condemning some to death, and some to exile,
Mar. Ransoming him, or pittying, threatning th' other;
Mar. Holding Corioles in the name of Rome,
Mar. Euen like a fawning Grey‑hound in the Leash,
Mar. To let him slip at will.
Com. Where is that Slaue
Com. Which told me they had beate you to your Trenches?
Com. Where is he? Call him hither.
Mar. Let him alone,
Mar. He did informe the truth: but for our Gentlemen,
Mar. The common file, (a plague‑Tribunes for them)
Mar. The Mouse ne're shunn'd the Cat, as they did budge