Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. (Poore ignorant Baubles) on our terrible Seas
Qu. Like Egge‑shels mou'd vpon their Surges, crack'd
Qu. As easily 'gainst our Rockes. For ioy whereof,
Qu. The fam'd Cassibulan, who was once at point
Qu. (Oh giglet Fortune) to master Cæsars Sword,
Qu. Made Luds‑Towne with reioycing‑Fires bright,
Qu. And Britaines strut with Courage.
Clot. Clot.
Clot. Come, there's no more Tribute to be paid: our
Clot. Kingdome is stronger then it was at that time: and (as I
Clot. said) there is no mo such Cæsars, other of them may haue
Clot. crook'd Noses, but to owe such straite Armes, none.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Son, let your Mother end.
Clot. We haue yet many among vs, can gripe as hard
Clot. as Cassibulan, I doe not say I am one: but I haue a hand.
Clot. Why Tribute? Why should we pay Tribute? If Cæsar
Clot. can hide the Sun from vs with a Blanket, or put the Moon
Clot. in his pocket, we will pay him Tribute for light: else Sir,