Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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All. The Gods preserue our Noble Tribunes, come.
All. Exeunt.
All. Actus Quartus.
All. [Act 4, Scene 1]
All. Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius,
All. with the yong Nobility of Rome.
Corio. Corio.
Corio. Come leaue your teares: a brief farwel: the beast
Corio. With many heads butts me away. Nay Mother,
Corio. Where is your ancient Courage? You were vs'd
Corio. To say, Extreamities was the trier of spirits,
Corio. That common chances. Common men could beare,
Corio. That when the Sea was calme, all Boats alike
Corio. Shew'd Mastership in floating. Fortunes blowes,
Corio. When most strooke home, being gentle wounded, craues
Corio. A Noble cunning. You were vs'd to load me
Corio. With Precepts that would make inuincible
Corio. The heart that conn'd them.
Virg. Virg.
Virg. Oh heauens! O heauens!