Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Com. Our Rome hath such a Souldier.
Com. Yet cam'st thou to a Morsell of this Feast,
Com. Hauing fully din'd before.
Com. Enter Titus with his Power, from the Pursuit.
Titus Lartius. Titus Lartius.
Titus Lartius. Oh Generall:
Titus Lartius. Here is the Steed, wee the Caparison:
Titus Lartius. Hadst thou beheld⸺
Martius. Martius.
Martius. Pray now, no more:
Martius. My Mother, who ha's a Charter to extoll her Bloud,
Martius. When she do's prayse me, grieues me:
Martius. I haue done as you haue done, that's what I can,
Martius. Induc'd as you haue beene, that's for my Countrey:
Martius. He that ha's but effected his good will,
Martius. Hath ouerta'ne mine Act
Com. Com.
Com. You shall not be the Graue of your deseruing,
Com. Rome must know the value of her owne:
Com. 'Twere a Concealement worse then a Theft,