Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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2 Howsoeuer you haue bin his Lier, as you say you
2 haue, I am one that telling true vnder him, must say you
2 cannot passe. Therefore go backe.
Mene. Mene.
Mene. Ha's he din'd can'st thou tell? For I would not
Mene. speake with him, till after dinner.
1 1
1 You are a Roman, are you?
Mene. I am as thy Generall is.
1 Then you should hate Rome, as he do's. Can you,
1 when you haue pusht out your gates, the very Defender
1 of them, and in a violent popular ignorance, giuen your
1 enemy your shield, thinke to front his reuenges with the
1 easie groanes of old women, the Virginall Palms of your
1 daughters, or with the palsied intercession of such a de
1 cay'd Dotant as you seeme to be? Can you think to blow
1 out the intended fire, your City is ready to flame in, with
1 such weake breath as this? No, you are deceiu'd, therfore