Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Auf. I say your City to his Wife and Mother,
Auf. Breaking his Oath and Resolution, like
Auf. A twist of rotten Silke, neuer admitting
Auf. Counsaile a'th'warre: But at his Nurses teares
Auf. He whin'd and roar'd away your Victory,
Auf. That Pages blush'd at him, and men of heart
Auf. Look'd wond'ring each at others.
Corio. Corio.
Corio. Hear'st thou Mars?
Auf. Auf.
Auf. Name not the God, thou boy of Teares.
Corio. Ha?
Aufid. Aufid.
Aufid. No more.
Corio. Measurelesse Lyar, thou hast made my heart
Corio. Too great for what containes it. Boy? Oh Slaue,
Corio. Pardon me Lords, 'tis the first time that euer
Corio. I was forc'd to scoul'd. Your iudgments my graue Lords