Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Menen. In Ioues owne Booke, like an vnnaturall Dam
Menen. Should now eate vp her owne.
Menen. Sicin.
Menen. The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
Sicin. Sicin.
Sicin. He's a Disease that must be cut away.
Mene. Mene.
Mene. Oh he's a Limbe, that ha's but a Disease
Mene. Mortall, to cut it off: to cure it, easie.
Mene. What ha's he done to Rome, that's worthy death?
Mene. Killing our Enemies, the blood he hath lost
Mene. (Which I dare vouch, is more then that he hath
Mene. By many an Ounce) he dropp'd it for his Country:
Mene. And what is left, to loose it by his Countrey,
Mene. Were to vs all that doo't, and suffer it
Mene. A brand to th'end a'th World.
Sicin. This is cleane kamme.
Brut. Brut.
Brut. Meerely awry: