Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corio. Corio.
Corio. What's this? your knees to me?
Corio. To your Corrected Sonne?
Corio. Then let the Pibbles on the hungry beach
Corio. Fillop the Starres: Then, let the mutinous windes
Corio. Strike the proud Cedars 'gainst the fiery Sun:
Corio. Murd'ring Impossibility, to make
Corio. What cannot be, slight worke.
Volum. Volum.
Volum. Thou art my Warriour, I hope to frame thee
Volum. Do you know this Lady?
Corio. The Noble Sister of Publicola;
Corio. The Moone of Rome: Chaste as the Isicle
Corio. That's curdied by the Frost, from purest Snow,
Corio. And hangs on Dians Temple: Deere Valeria.
Volum. This is a poore Epitome of yours,
Volum. Which by th'interpretation of full time,
Volum. May shew like all your selfe.