Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Brut. Enter the Plebeians.
Scici. Scici.
Scici. How now, my Masters, haue you chose this man?
1. Cit. 1. Cit.
1. Cit. He ha's our Voyces, Sir.
Brut. Brut.
Brut. We pray the Gods, he may deserue your loues.
2. Cit. 2. Cit.
2. Cit. Amen, Sir: to my poore vnworthy notice,
2. Cit. He mock'd vs, when he begg'd our Voyces.
3. Cit. 3. Cit.
3. Cit. Certainely, he flowted vs downe‑right.
1. Cit. No, 'tis his kind of speech, he did not mock vs.
2. Cit. Not one amongst vs, saue your selfe, but says
2. Cit. He vs'd vs scornefully: he should haue shew'd vs
2. Cit. His Marks of Merit, Wounds receiu'd for's Countrey.
Scicin. Scicin.
Scicin. Why so he did, I am sure.