Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corio. For that forgiue our Romanes. O a kisse
Corio. Long as my Exile, sweet as my Reuenge!
Corio. Now by the iealous Queene of Heauen, that kisse
Corio. I carried from thee deare; and my true Lippe
Corio. Hath Virgin'd it ere since. You Gods, I pray,
Corio. And the most noble Mother of the world
Corio. Leaue vnsaluted: Sinke my knee i'th'earth, Kneeles
Corio. Kneeles
Corio. Of thy deepe duty, more impression shew
Corio. Then that of common Sonnes.
Volum. Volum.
Volum. Oh stand vp blest!
Volum. Whil'st with no softer Cushion then the Flint
Volum. I kneele before thee, and vnproperly
Volum. Shew duty as mistaken, all this while,
Volum. Betweene the Childe, and Parent.
Corio. Corio.
Corio. What's this? your knees to me?
Corio. To your Corrected Sonne?
Corio. Then let the Pibbles on the hungry beach