Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. You Shames of Rome: you Heard of Byles and Plagues
Mar. Plaister you o're, that you may be abhorr'd
Mar. Farther then seene, and one infect another
Mar. Against the Winde a mile: you soules of Geese,
Mar. That beare the shapes of men, how haue you run
Mar. From Slaues, that Apes would beate; Pluto and Hell,
Mar. All hurt behinde, backes red, and faces pale
Mar. With flight and agued feare, mend and charge home,
Mar. Or by the fires of heauen, Ile leaue the Foe,
Mar. And make my Warres on you: Looke too't: Come on,
Mar. If you'l stand fast, wee'l beate them to their Wiues,
Mar. As they vs to our Trenches followes.
Mar. Another Alarum, and Martius followes them to
Mar. gates, and is shut in.
Mar. So, now the gates are ope: now proue good Seconds,
Mar. 'Tis for the followers Fortune, widens them,
Mar. Not for the flyers: Marke me, and do the like.
Mar. Enter the Gati.
1. Sol. 1. Sol.
1. Sol. Foole‑hardinesse, not I.