Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mes. With keeles of euery kinde. Many hot inrodes
Mes. They make in Italy, the Borders Maritime
Mes. Lacke blood to thinke on't, and flush youth reuolt,
Mes. No Vessell can peepe forth: but 'tis as soone
Mes. Taken as seene: for Pompeyes name strikes more
Mes. Then could his Warre resisted.
Cæsar. Cæsar.
Cæsar. Anthony,
Cæsar. Leaue thy lasciuious Vassailes. When thou once
Cæsar. Was beaten from Medena, where thou slew'st
Cæsar. Hirsius, and Pausa Consuls, at thy heele
Cæsar. Did Famine follow, whom thou fought'st against,
Cæsar. (Though daintily brought vp) with patience more
Cæsar. Then Sauages could suffer. Thou did'st drinke
Cæsar. The stale of Horses, and the gilded Puddle
Cæsar. Which Beasts would cough at. Thy pallat thē them did daine
Cæsar. The roughest Berry, on the rudest Hedge.
Cæsar. Yea, like the Stagge, when Snow the Pasture sheets,
Cæsar. The barkes of Trees thou brows'd. On the Alpes,
Cæsar. It is reported thou did'st eate strange flesh,