Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Martius. Am bound to begge of my Lord Generall.
Com. Com.
Com. Tak't, 'tis yours: what is't?
Martius. Martius.
Martius. I sometime lay here in Corioles,
Martius. At a poore mans house: he vs'd me kindly,
Martius. He cry'd to me: I saw him Prisoner:
Martius. But then Auffidius was within my view,
Martius. And Wrath o're‑whelm'd my pittie: I request you
Martius. To giue my poore Host freedome.
Com. Oh well begg'd:
Com. Were he the Butcher of my Sonne, he should
Com. Be free, as is the Winde: deliuer him, Titus.
Lartius. Lartius.
Lartius. Martius, his Name.
Martius. By Iupiter forgot:
Martius. I am wearie, yea, my memorie is tyr'd:
Martius. Haue we no Wine here?