Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. My selfe hath often heard them say,
King. (When I haue walked like a priuate man)
King. That Lucius banishment was wrongfully,
King. And they haue wisht that Lucius were their Emperour.
Tam. Tam.
Tam. Why should you feare? Is not our City strong?
King. King.
King. I, but the Cittizens fauour Lucius,
King. And will reuolt from me, to succour him.
Tam. King, be thy thoughts Imperious like thy name.
Tam. Is the Sunne dim'd, that Gnats do flie in it?
Tam. The Eagle suffers little Birds to sing,
Tam. And is not carefull what they meane thereby,
Tam. Knowing that with the shadow of his wings,
Tam. He can at pleasure stint their melodie.
Tam. Euen so mayest thou, the giddy men of Rome,
Tam. Then cheare thy spirit, for know thou Emperour,
Tam. I will enchaunt the old Andronicus,
Tam. With words more sweet, and yet more dangerous