Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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All. All.
All. It shall be so, it shall be so: let him away:
All. Hee's banish'd, and it shall be so.
Com. Com.
Com. Heare me my Masters, and my common friends.
Sicin. Sicin.
Sicin. He's sentenc'd: No more hearing.
Com. Let me speake:
Com. I haue bene Consull, and can shew from Rome
Com. Her Enemies markes vpon me. I do loue
Com. My Countries good, with a respect more tender,
Com. More holy, and profound, then mine owne life,
Com. My deere Wiues estimate, her wombes encrease,
Com. And treasure of my Loynes: then if I would
Com. Speake that.
Sicin. We know your drift. Speake what?
Bru. Bru.
Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd