Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corio. Nay godded me indeed. Their latest refuge
Corio. Was to send him: for whose old Loue I haue
Corio. (Though I shew'd sowrely to him) once more offer'd
Corio. The first Conditions which they did refuse,
Corio. And cannot now accept, to grace him onely,
Corio. That thought he could do more: A very little
Corio. I haue yeelded too. Fresh Embasses, and Suites,
Corio. Nor from the State, nor priuate friends heereafter
Corio. Will I lend eare to. Ha? what shout is this?
Corio. Shout within
Corio. Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow
Corio. In the same time 'tis made? I will not.
Corio. Enter Virgilia, Volumnia, Valeria, yong Martius,
Corio. with Attendants.
Corio. My wife comes formost, then the honour'd mould
Corio. Wherein this Trunke was fram'd, and in her hand
Corio. The Grandchilde to her blood. But out affection,
Corio. All bond and priuiledge of Nature breake;
Corio. Let it be Vertuous to be Obstinate.
Corio. What is that Curt'sie worth? Or those Doues eyes,