Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Volum. But kneeles, and holds vp hands for fellowship,
Volum. Doe's reason our Petition with more strength
Volum. Then thou hast to deny't. Come, let vs go:
Volum. This Fellow had a Volcean to his Mother:
Volum. His Wife is in Corioles, and his Childe
Volum. Like him by chance: yet giue vs our dispatch:
Volum. I am husht vntill our City be afire, & then Ile speak a litle
Volum. Holds her by the hand silent.
Corio. Corio.
Corio. O Mother, Mother!
Corio. What haue you done? Behold, the Heauens do ope,
Corio. The Gods looke downe, and this vnnaturall Scene
Corio. They laugh at. Oh my Mother, Mother: Oh!
Corio. You haue wonne a happy Victory to Rome.
Corio. But for your Sonne, beleeue it: Oh beleeue it,
Corio. Most dangerously you haue with him preuail'd,
Corio. If not most mortall to him. But let it come:
Corio. Auffidius, though I cannot make true Warres,
Corio. Ile frame conuenient peace. Now good Auffidius,
Corio. Were you in my steed, would you haue heard