Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Phil. Ore‑payes all I can do. By this your King,
Phil. Hath heard of Great Augustus: Caius Lucius,
Phil. Will do's Commission throughly. And I think
Phil. Hee'le grant the Tribute: send th'Arrerages,
Phil. Or looke vpon our Romaines, whose remembrance
Phil. Is yet fresh in their griefe.
Post. Post.
Post. I do beleeue
Post. (Statist though I am none, nor like to be)
Post. That this will proue a Warre; and you shall heare
Post. The Legion now in Gallia, sooner landed
Post. In our not‑fearing‑Britaine, then haue tydings
Post. Of any penny Tribute paid. Our Countrymen
Post. Are men more order'd, then when Iulius Cæsar
Post. Smil'd at their lacke of skill, but found their courage
Post. Worthy his frowning at. Their discipline,
Post. (Now wing‑led with their courages) will make knowne
Post. To their Approuers, they are People, such
Post. That mend vpon the world.
Post. Enter Iachimo.