Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corio. Corio.
Corio. Now as I liue, I will.
Corio. My Nobler friends, I craue their pardons:
Corio. For the mutable ranke‑sented Meynie,
Corio. Let them regard me, as I doe not flatter,
Corio. And therein behold themselues: I say againe,
Corio. In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our Senate
Corio. The Cockle of Rebellion, Insolence, Sedition,
Corio. Which we our selues haue plowed for, sow'd, & scatter'd,
Corio. By mingling them with vs, the honor'd Number,
Corio. Who lack not Vertue, no, nor Power, but that
Corio. Which they haue giuen to Beggers.
Mene. Mene.
Mene. Well, no more.
Senat. Senat.
Senat. No more words, we beseech you.
Corio. How? no more?
Corio. As
Corio. The Tragedie of Coriolanus.