Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Com. You haue holp to rauish your owne daughters, &
Com. To melt the Citty Leades vpon your pates,
Com. To see your Wiues dishonour'd to your Noses.
Mene. Mene.
Mene. What's the newes? What's the newes?
Com. Com.
Com. Your Temples burned in their Ciment, and
Com. Your Franchises, whereon you stood, confin'd
Com. Into an Augors boare.
Mene. Pray now, your Newes:
Mene. You haue made faire worke I feare me: pray your newes,
Mene. If Martius should be ioyn'd with Volceans.
Com. If? He is their God, he leads them like a thing
Com. Made by some other Deity then Nature,
Com. That shapes man Better: and they follow him
Com. Against vs Brats, with no lesse Confidence,
Com. Then Boyes pursuing Summer Butter‑flies,
Com. Or Butchers killing Flyes.