Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mess. I saw our party to their Trenches driuen,
Mess. And then I came away.
Com. Com.
Com. Though thou speakest truth,
Com. Me thinkes thou speak'st not well. How long is't since?
Mes. Mes.
Mes. Aboue an houre, my Lord.
Com. 'Tis not a mile: briefely we heard their drummes.
Com. How could'st thou in a mile confound an houre,
Com. And bring thy Newes so late?
Mes. Spies of the Volces
Mes. Held me in chace, that I was forc'd to wheele
Mes. Three or foure miles about, else had I sir
Mes. Halfe an houre since brought my report.
Mes. Enter Martius.
Com. Whose yonder,
Com. That doe's appeare as he were Flead? O Gods,