Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. Bru.
Bru. Well, well, wee'l leaue you.
Sicin. Sicin.
Sicin. Why stay we to be baited
Sicin. With one that wants her Wits.
Sicin. Exit Tribunes.
Volum. Volum.
Volum. Take my Prayers with you.
Volum. I would the Gods had nothing else to do,
Volum. But to confirme my Cursses. Could I meete 'em
Volum. But once a day, it would vnclogge my heart
Volum. Of what lyes heauy too't.
Mene. Mene.
Mene. You haue told them home,
Mene. And by my troth you haue cause: you'l Sup with me.
Volum. Angers my Meate: I suppe vpon my selfe,
Volum. And so shall sterue with Feeding: Come, let's go,
Volum. Leaue this faint‑puling, and lament as I do,
Volum. In Anger, Iuno‑like: Come, come, come.