Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Martius. Whether I blush or no: howbeit, I thanke you,
Martius. I meane to stride your Steed, and at all times
Martius. To vnder‑crest your good Addition,
Martius. To th'fairenesse of my power.
Com. Com.
Com. So, to our Tent:
Com. Where ere we doe repose vs, we will write
Com. To Rome of our successe: you Titus Lartius
Com. Must to Corioles backe, send vs to Rome
Com. The best, with whom we may articulate,
Com. For their owne good, and ours.
Lartius. Lartius.
Lartius. I shall, my Lord.
Martius. Martius.
Martius. The Gods begin to mocke me:
Martius. I that now refus'd most Princely gifts,
Martius. Am bound to begge of my Lord Generall.
Com. Tak't, 'tis yours: what is't?