Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Bru. He Consull.
All. All.
All. No, no, no, no, no.
Mene. Mene.
Mene. If by the Tribunes leaue,
Mene. And yours good people,
Mene. I may be heard, I would craue a word or two,
Mene. The which shall turne you to no further harme,
Mene. Then so much losse of time.
Sic. Sic.
Sic. Speake breefely then,
Sic. For we are peremptory to dispatch
Sic. This Viporous Traitor: to eiect him hence
Sic. Were but one danger, and to keepe him heere
Sic. Our certaine death: therefore it is decreed,
Sic. He dyes to night.
Menen. Menen.
Menen. Now the good Gods forbid,
Menen. That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Menen. Towards her deserued Children, is enroll'd