Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Com. A Vessell vnder sayle, so men obey'd,
Com. And fell below his Stem: his Sword, Deaths stampe,
Com. Where it did marke, it tooke from face to foot:
Com. He was a thing of Blood, whose euery motion
Com. Was tim'd with dying Cryes: alone he entred
Com. The mortall Gate of th'Citie, which he painted
Com. With shunlesse destinie: aydelesse came off,
Com. And with a sudden re‑inforcement strucke
Com. Carioles like a Planet: now all's his,
Com. When by and by the dinne of Warre gan pierce
Com. His readie sence: then straight his doubled spirit
Com. Requickned what in flesh was fatigate,
Com. And to the Battaile came he, where he did
Com. Runne reeking o're the liues of men, as if 'twere
Com. A perpetuall spoyle: and till we call'd
Com. Both Field and Citie ours, he neuer stood
Com. To ease his Brest with panting.
Menen. Menen.
Menen. Worthy man.
Senat. Senat.