Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Com. And loose aduantage, which doth euer coole
Com. Ith'absence of the needer.
Corio. Corio.
Corio. Fare ye well:
Corio. Thou hast yeares vpon thee, and thou art too full
Corio. Of the warres surfets, to go roue with one
Corio. That's yet vnbruis'd: bring me but out at gate.
Corio. Come my sweet wife, my deerest Mother, and
Corio. My Friends of Noble touch: when I am forth,
Corio. Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you come:
Corio. While I remaine aboue the ground, you shall
Corio. Heare from me still, and neuer of me ought
Corio. But what is like me formerly.
Menen. Menen.
Menen. That's worthily
Menen. As any eare can heare. Come, let's not weepe,
Menen. If I could shake off but one seuen yeeres
Menen. From these old armes and legges, by the good Gods
Menen. I'ld with thee, euery foot.