Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sicin. Sicin.
Sicin. We charge you, that you haue contriu'd to take
Sicin. From Rome all season'd Office, and to winde
Sicin. Your selfe into a power tyrannicall,
Sicin. For which you are a Traitor to the people.
Corio. Corio.
Corio. How? Traytor?
Mene. Mene.
Mene. Nay temperately: your promise.
Corio. The fires i'th'lowest hell. Fould in the people:
Corio. Call me their Traitor, thou iniurious Tribune.
Corio. Within thine eyes sate twenty thousand deaths.
Corio. In thy hands clutcht: as many Millions in
Corio. Thy lying tongue, both numbers. I would say
Corio. Thou lyest vnto thee, with a voice as free,
Corio. As I do pray the Gods.
Sicin. Marke you this people?
All. All.