Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. Bru.
Bru. He has no equall.
Sicin. Sicin.
Sicin. When we were chosen Tribunes for the people.
Bru. Mark'd you his lip and eyes.
Sicin. Nay, but his taunts.
Bru. Being mou'd, he will not spare to gird the Gods.
Sicin. Bemocke the modest Moone.
Bru. The present Warres deuoure him, he is growne
Bru. Too proud to be so valiant.
Sicin. Such a Nature, tickled with good successe, dis
Sicin. daines the shadow which he treads on at noone, but I do
Sicin. wonder, his insolence can brooke to be commanded vn
Sicin. der Cominius?