Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Com. Come, come, wee'le prompt you.
Volum. Volum.
Volum. I prythee now sweet Son, as thou hast said
Volum. My praises made thee first a Souldier; so
Volum. To haue my praise for this, performe a part
Volum. Thou hast not done before.
Corio. Corio.
Corio. Well, I must doo't:
Corio. Away my disposition, and possesse me
Corio. Some Harlots spirit: My throat of Warre be turn'd,
Corio. Which quier'd with my Drumme into a Pipe,
Corio. Small as an Eunuch, or the Virgin voyce
Corio. That Babies lull a‑sleepe: The smiles of Knaues
Corio. Tent in my cheekes, and Schoole‑boyes Teares take vp
Corio. The Glasses of my sight: A Beggars Tongue
Corio. Make motion through my Lips, and my Arm'd knees
Corio. Who bow'd but in my Stirrop, bend like his
Corio. That hath receiu'd an Almes. I will not doo't,
Corio. Least I surcease to honor mine owne truth,
Corio. And by my Bodies action, teach my Minde