Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Volum. Then pitty to our Prayers. Downe: an end,
Volum. This is the last. So, we will home to Rome,
Volum. And dye among our Neighbours: Nay, behold's,
Volum. This Boy that cannot tell what he would haue,
Volum. But kneeles, and holds vp hands for fellowship,
Volum. Doe's reason our Petition with more strength
Volum. Then thou hast to deny't. Come, let vs go:
Volum. This Fellow had a Volcean to his Mother:
Volum. His Wife is in Corioles, and his Childe
Volum. Like him by chance: yet giue vs our dispatch:
Volum. I am husht vntill our City be afire, & then Ile speak a litle
Volum. Holds her by the hand silent.
Corio. Corio.
Corio. O Mother, Mother!
Corio. What haue you done? Behold, the Heauens do ope,
Corio. The Gods looke downe, and this vnnaturall Scene
Corio. They laugh at. Oh my Mother, Mother: Oh!
Corio. You haue wonne a happy Victory to Rome.
Corio. But for your Sonne, beleeue it: Oh beleeue it,
Corio. Most dangerously you haue with him preuail'd,