Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Volum. I should do so in Honor. I am in this
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Volum. Your
Volum. The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
Volum. Your Wife, your Sonne: These Senators, the Nobles,
Volum. And you, will rather shew our generall Lowts,
Volum. How you can frowne, then spend a fawne vpon 'em,
Volum. For the inheritance of their loues, and safeguard
Volum. Of what that want might ruine.
Menen. Menen.
Menen. Noble Lady,
Menen. Come goe with vs, speake faire: you may salue so,
Menen. Not what is dangerous present, but the losse
Menen. Of what is past.
Volum. Volum.
Volum. I prythee now, my Sonne,
Volum. Goe to them, with this Bonnet in thy hand,
Volum. And thus farre hauing stretcht it (here be with them)
Volum. Thy Knee bussing the stones: for in such businesse
Volum. Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th'ignorant