Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sicin. Blush, that the world goes well: who rather had,
Sicin. Though they themselues did suffer by't, behold
Sicin. Dissentious numbers pestring streets, then see
Sicin. Our Tradesmen singing in their shops, and going
Sicin. About their Functions friendly.
Sicin. Enter Menenius.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. We stood too't in good time. Is this Menenius?
Sicin. Sicin.
Sicin. 'Tis he, 'tis he: O he is grown most kind of late:
Sicin. Haile Sir.
Mene. Mene.
Mene. Haile to you both.
Sicin. Your Coriolanus is not much mist, but with his
Sicin. Friends: the Commonwealth doth stand, and so would
Sicin. do, were he more angry at it.
Mene. All's well, and might haue bene much better,
Mene. if he could haue temporiz'd.