Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sicin. Sicin.
Sicin. We know your drift. Speake what?
Bru. Bru.
Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd
Bru. As Enemy to the people, and his Countrey.
Bru. It shall bee so.
All. All.
All. It shall be so, it shall be so.
Corio. Corio.
Corio. You common cry of Curs, whose breath I hate,
Corio. As reeke a'th'rotten Fennes: whose Loues I prize,
Corio. As the dead Carkasses of vnburied men,
Corio. That do corrupt my Ayre: I banish you,
Corio. And heere remaine with your vncertaintie.
Corio. Let euery feeble Rumor shake your hearts:
Corio. Your Enemies, with nodding of their Plumes
Corio. Fan you into dispaire: Haue the power still
Corio. To banish your Defenders, till at length
Corio. Your ignorance (which findes not till it feeles,
Corio. Making but reseruation of your selues,