Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. Cym.
Cym. Son, let your Mother end.
Clot. Clot.
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,
Clot. no more Tribute, pray you now.
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