Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Worse then a Promise‑breaker.
Auffid. Auffid.
Auffid. We hate alike:
Auffid. Not Affricke ownes a Serpent I abhorre
Auffid. More then thy Fame and Enuy: Fix thy foot.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Let the first Budger dye the others Slaue,
Mar. And the Gods doome him after.
Auf. Auf.
Auf. If I flye Martius, hollow me like a Hare.
Mar. Within these three houres Tullus
Mar. Alone I fought in your Corioles walles,
Mar. And made what worke I pleas'd: 'Tis not my blood,
Mar. Wherein thou seest me maskt, for thy Reuenge
Mar. Wrench vp thy power to th'highest.
Auf. Wer't thou the Hector,
Auf. That was the whip of your bragg'd Progeny,
Auf. Thou should'st not scape me heere.