Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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All. All.
All. No, no: no man saw 'em.
3. Cit. 3. Cit.
3. Cit. Hee said hee had Wounds,
3. Cit. Which he could shew in priuate:
3. Cit. And with his Hat, thus wauing it in scorne,
3. Cit. I would be Consull, sayes he: aged Custome,
3. Cit. But by your Voyces, will not so permit me.
3. Cit. Your Voyces therefore: when we graunted that,
3. Cit. Here was, I thanke you for your Voyces, thanke you
3. Cit. Your most sweet Voyces: now you haue left your Voyces,
3. Cit. I haue no further with you. Was not this mockerie?
Scicin. Scicin.
Scicin. Why eyther were you ignorant to see't?
Scicin. Or seeing it, of such Childish friendlinesse,
Scicin. To yeeld your Voyces?
Brut. Brut.
Brut. Could you not haue told him,
Brut. As you were lesson'd: When he had no Power,
Brut. But was a pettie seruant to the State,