Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clot. no more Tribute, pray you now.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. You must know,
Cym. Till the iniurious Romans, did extort
Cym. This Tribute from vs, we were free. Cæsars Ambition,
Cym. Which swell'd so much, that it did almost stretch
Cym. The sides o'th'World, against all colour heere,
Cym. Did put the yoake vpon's; which to shake off
Cym. Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon
Cym. Our selues to be, we do. Say then to Cæsar,
Cym. Our Ancestor was that Mulmutius, which
Cym. Ordain'd our Lawes, whose vse the Sword of Cæsar
Cym. Hath too much mangled; whose repayre, and franchise,
Cym. Shall (by the power we hold) be our good deed,
Cym. Tho Rome be therfore angry. Mulmutius made our lawes
Cym. Who was the first of Britaine, which did put
Cym. His browes within a golden Crowne, and call'd
Cym. Himselfe a King.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. I am sorry Cymbeline,