Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corio. More then you doubt the change on't: That preferre
Corio. A Noble life, before a Long, and Wish,
Corio. To iumpe a Body with a dangerous Physicke,
Corio. That's sure of death without it: at once plucke out
Corio. The Multitudinous Tongue, let them not icke
Corio. The sweet which is their poyson. Your dishonor
Corio. Mangles true iudgement, and bereaues the State
Corio. Of that Integrity which should becom't:
Corio. Not hauing the power to do the good it would
Corio. For th'ill which doth controul't.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. Has said enough.
Sicin. Sicin.
Sicin. Ha's spoken like a Traitor, and shall answer
Sicin. As Traitors do.
Corio. Corio.
Corio. Thou wretch, despight ore‑whelme thee:
Corio. What should the people do with these bald Tribunes?
Corio. On whom depending, their obedience failes
Corio. To'th'greater Bench, in a Rebellion: