Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Auf. To fright them, ere destroy. But come in,
Auf. Let me commend thee first, to those that shall
Auf. Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes,
Auf. And more a Friend, then ere an Enemie,
Auf. Yet Martius that was much. Your hand: most welcome.
Auf. Exeunt
Auf. Enter two of the Seruingmen.
1 1
1 Heere's a strange alteration?
2 2
2 By my hand, I had thoght to haue stroken him with
2 a Cudgell, and yet my minde gaue me, his cloathes made
2 a false report of him.
1 What an Arme he has, he turn'd me about with his
1 finger and his thumbe, as one would set vp a Top.
2 Nay, I knew by his face that there was some‑thing
2 in him. He had sir, a kinde of face me thought, I cannot tell The Tragedie of Coriolanus. tell how to tearme it.
2 tell