Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Vpon your fauours, swimmes with finnes of Leade,
Mar. And hewes downe Oakes, with rushes. Hang ye: trust ye?
Mar. With euery Minute you do change a Minde,
Mar. And call him Noble, that was now your Hate:
Mar. Him vilde, that was your Garland. What's the matter,
Mar. That in these seuerall places of the Citie,
Mar. You cry against the Noble Senate, who
Mar. (Vnder the Gods) keepe you in awe, which else
Mar. Would feede on one another? What's their seeking?
Men. Men.
Men. For Corne at their owne rates, wherof they say
Men. The Citie is well stor'd.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Hang 'em: They say?
Mar. They'l sit by th'fire, and presume to know
Mar. What's done i'th Capitoll: Who's like to rise,
Mar. Who thriues, & who declines: Side factions, & giue out
Mar. Coniecturall Marriages, making parties strong,
Mar. And feebling such as stand not in their liking,
Mar. Below their cobled Shooes. They say ther's grain enough?