Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mene. Hee
Mene. The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
Mene. He was not taken well, he had not din'd,
Mene. The Veines vnfill'd, our blood is cold, and then
Mene. We powt vpon the Morning, are vnapt
Mene. To giue or to forgiue; but when we haue stufft
Mene. These Pipes, and these Conueyances of our blood
Mene. With Wine and Feeding, we haue suppler Soules
Mene. Then in our Priest‑like Fasts: therefore Ile watch him
Mene. Till he be dieted to my request,
Mene. And then Ile set vpon him.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. You know the very rode into his kindnesse,
Bru. And cannot lose your way.
Mene. Mene.
Mene. Good faith Ile proue him,
Mene. Speed how it will. I shall ere long, haue knowledge
Mene. Of my successe.
Mene. Exit.
Com. Com.