Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corio. The Grandchilde to her blood. But out affection,
Corio. All bond and priuiledge of Nature breake;
Corio. Let it be Vertuous to be Obstinate.
Corio. What is that Curt'sie worth? Or those Doues eyes,
Corio. Which can make Gods forsworne? I melt, and am not
Corio. Of stronger earth then others: my Mother bowes,
Corio. As if Olympus to a Mole‑hill should
Corio. In supplication Nod: and my yong Boy
Corio. Hath an Aspect of intercession, which
Corio. Great Nature cries, Deny not. Let the Volces
Corio. Plough Rome, and harrow Italy, Ile neuer
Corio. Be such a Gosling to obey instinct; but stand
Corio. As if a man were Author of himself, & knew no other kin
Virgil. Virgil.
Virgil. My Lord and Husband.
Corio. Corio.
Corio. These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.
Virg. Virg.
Virg. The sorrow that deliuers vs thus chang'd,
Virg. Makes you thinke so.