Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corio. As for my Country, I haue shed my blood,
Corio. Not fearing outward force: So shall my Lungs
Corio. Coine words till their decay, against those Meazels
Corio. Which we disdaine should Tetter vs, yet sought
Corio. The very way to catch them.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. You speake a'th'people, as if you were a God,
Bru. To punish; Not a man, of their Infirmity.
Sicin. Sicin.
Sicin. 'Twere well we let the people know't.
Mene. Mene.
Mene. What, what? His Choller?
Cor. Cor.
Cor. Choller? Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
Cor. By Ioue, 'twould be my minde.
Sicin. It is a minde that shall remain a poison
Sicin. Where it is: not poyson any further.
Corio. Corio.
Corio. Shall remaine?