Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Volum. As poysonous of your Honour. No, our suite
Volum. Is that you reconcile them: While the Volces
Volum. May say, this mercy we haue shew'd: the Romanes,
Volum. This we receiu'd, and each in either side
Volum. Giue the All‑haile to thee, and cry be Blest
Volum. For making vp this peace. Thou know'st (great Sonne)
Volum. The end of Warres vncertaine: but this certaine,
Volum. That if thou conquer Rome, the benefit
Volum. Which thou shalt thereby reape, is such a name
Volum. Whose repetition will be dogg'd with Curses:
Volum. Whose Chronicle thus writ, The man was Noble,
Volum. But with his last Attempt, he wip'd it out:
Volum. Destroy'd his Country, and his name remaines
Volum. To th'insuing Age, abhorr'd. Speake to me Son:
Volum. Thou hast affected the fiue straines of Honor,
Volum. To imitate the graces of the Gods.
Volum. To teare with Thunder the wide Cheekes a'th'Ayre,
Volum. And yet to change thy Sulphure with a Boult
Volum. That should but riue an Oake. Why do'st not speake?
Volum. Think'st thou it Honourable for a Nobleman