Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Corio. Must giue this Curre the Lye: and his owne Notion,
Corio. Who weares my stripes imprest vpon him, that
Corio. Must beare my beating to his Graue, shall ioyne
Corio. To thrust the Lye vnto him.
1 Lord. 1 Lord.
1 Lord. Peace both, and heare me speake.
Corio. Corio.
Corio. Cut me to peeces Volces men and Lads,
Corio. Staine all your edges on me. Boy, false Hound:
Corio. If you haue writ your Annales true, 'tis there,
Corio. That like an Eagle in a Doue‑coat, I
Corio. Flatter'd your Volcians in Corioles.
Corio. Alone I did it, Boy.
Auf. Auf.
Auf. Why Noble Lords,
Auf. Will you be put in minde of his blinde Fortune,
Auf. Which was your shame, by this vnholy Braggart?
Auf. 'Fore your owne eyes, and eares?
All Consp. All Consp.
All Consp. Let him dye for't.