Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Brut. Brut.
Brut. The People are incens'd against him.
Scicin. Scicin.
Scicin. Stop, or all will fall in broyle.
Corio. Corio.
Corio. Are these your Heard?
Corio. Must these haue Voyces, that can yeeld them now,
Corio. And straight disclaim their toungs? what are your Offices?
Corio. You being their Mouthes, why rule you not their Teeth?
Corio. Haue you not set them on?
Mene. Mene.
Mene. Be calme, be calme.
Corio. It is a purpos'd thing, and growes by Plot,
Corio. To curbe the will of the Nobilitie:
Corio. Suffer't, and liue with such as cannot rule,
Corio. Nor euer will be ruled.
Brut. Call't not a Plot:
Brut. The People cry you mockt them: and of late,