Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Com. I vrg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops
Com. That we haue bled together. Coriolanus
Com. He would not answer too: Forbad all Names,
Com. He was a kinde of Nothing, Titlelesse,
Com. Till he had forg'd himselfe a name a'th'fire
Com. Of burning Rome.
Menen. Menen.
Menen. Why so: you haue made good worke:
Menen. A paire of Tribunes, that haue wrack'd for Rome,
Menen. To make Coales cheape: A Noble memory.
Com. Com.
Com. I minded him, how Royall 'twas to pardon
Com. When it was lesse expected. He replyed
Com. It was a bare petition of a State
Com. To one whom they had punish'd
Menen. Very well, could he say lesse.
Com. I offered to awaken his regard
Com. For's priuate Friends. His answer to me was