Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Com. What they are vs'd to beare.
Mene. Mene.
Mene. Pray you be gone:
Mene. Ile trie whether my old Wit be in request
Mene. With those that haue but little: this must be patcht
Mene. With Cloth of any Colour.
Com. Com.
Com. Nay, come away.
Com. Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius.
Patri. Patri.
Patri. This man ha's marr'd his fortune.
Mene. His nature is too noble for the World:
Mene. He would not flatter Neptune for his Trident,
Mene. Or Ioue, for's power to Thunder: his Heart's his Mouth:
Mene. What his Brest forges, that his Tongue must vent,
Mene. And being angry, does forget that euer
Mene. He heard the Name of Death.
Mene. A Noise within.
Mene. Here's goodly worke.