Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mene. We are all vndone, vnlesse
Mene. The Noble man haue mercy.
Com. Com.
Com. Who shall aske it?
Com. The Tribunes cannot doo't for shame; the people
Com. Deserue such pitty of him, as the Wolfe
Com. Doe's of the Shepheards: For his best Friends, if they
Com. Should say be good to Rome, they charg'd him, euen
Com. As those should do that had deseru'd his hate,
Com. And therein shew'd like Enemies.
Me. Me.
Me. 'Tis true, if he were putting to my house, the brand
Me. That should consume it, I haue not the face
Me. To say, beseech you cease. You haue made faire hands,
Me. You and your Crafts, you haue crafted faire.
Com. You haue brought
Com. A Trembling vpon Rome, such as was neuer
Com. S'incapeable of helpe.
Tri. Tri.