Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corio. Be thus to them.
Corio. Enter Volumnia.
Noble. Noble.
Noble. You do the Nobler.
Corio. Corio.
Corio. I muse my Mother
Corio. Do's not approue me further, who was wont
Corio. To call them Wollen Vassailes, things created
Corio. To buy and sell with Groats, to shew bare heads
Corio. In Congregations, to yawne, be still, and wonder,
Corio. When one but of my ordinance stood vp
Corio. To speake of Peace, or Warre. I talke of you,
Corio. Why did you wish me milder? Would you haue me
Corio. False to my Nature? Rather say, I play
Corio. The man I am.
Volum. Volum.
Volum. Oh sir, sir, sir,
Volum. I would haue had you put your power well on
Volum. Before you had worne it out.