Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Satu. For this proud mocke, Ile be thy slaughter man:
Satu. Sly franticke wretch, that holp'st to make me great,
Satu. In hope thy selfe should gouerne Rome and me.
Satu. Enter Nuntius Emillius.
Satur. Satur.
Satur. What newes with thee Emillius?
Emil. Emil.
Emil. Arme my Lords, Rome neuer had more cause,
Emil. The Gothes haue gather'd head, and with a power
Emil. Of high resolued men, bent to the spoyle
Emil. They hither march amaine, vnder conduct
Emil. Of Lucius, Sonne to old Andronicus:
Emil. Who threats in course of this reuenge to do
Emil. As much as euer Coriolanus did.
King. King.
King. Is warlike Lucius Generall of the Gothes?
King. These tydings nip me, and I hang the head
King. As flowers with frost, or grasse beat downe with stormes:
King. I, now begins our sorrowes to approach,
King. 'Tis he the common people loue so much,