Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cit. Cit.
Cit. This heere before you.
Corio. Corio.
Corio. Thanke you sir, farewell.
Corio. Exit Citizen
Corio. Oh World, thy slippery turnes! Friends now fast sworn,
Corio. Whose double bosomes seemes to weare one heart,
Corio. Whose Houres, whose Bed, whose Meale and Exercise
Corio. Are still together: who Twin (as 'twere) in Loue,
Corio. Vnseparable, shall within this houre,
Corio. On a dissention of a Doit, breake out
Corio. To bitterest Enmity: So fellest Foes,
Corio. Whose Passions, and whose Plots haue broke their sleep
Corio. To take the one the other, by some chance,
Corio. Some tricke not worth an Egge, shall grow deere friends
Corio. And inter‑ioyne their yssues. So with me,
Corio. My Birth‑place haue I, and my loues vpon
Corio. This Enemie Towne: Ile enter, if he slay me
Corio. He does faire Iustice: if he giue me way,
Corio. Ile do his Country Seruice.