Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Martius. But cannot make my heart consent to take
Martius. A Bribe, to pay my Sword: I doe refuse it,
Martius. And stand vpon my common part with those,
Martius. That haue beheld the doing.
Martius. A long flourish. They all cry, Martius, Martius,
Martius. cast vp their Caps and Launces: Cominius
Martius. and Lartius stand bare.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. May these same Instruments, which you prophane,
Mar. Neuer sound more: when Drums and Trumpets shall
Mar. I'th'field proue flatterers, let Courts and Cities be
Mar. Made all of false‑fac'd soothing:
Mar. When Steele growes soft, as the Parasites Silke,
Mar. Let him be made an Ouerture for th'Warres:
Mar. No more I say, for that I haue not wash'd
Mar. My Nose that bled, or foyl'd some debile Wretch,
Mar. Which without note, here's many else haue done,
Mar. You shoot me forth in acclamations hyperbolicall,
Mar. As if I lou'd my little should be dieted
Mar. In prayses, sawc'st with Lyes.