Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Com. The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
Com. Enter Brutus and Scicinius
Bru. Bru.
Bru. All tongues speake of him, and the bleared sights
Bru. Are spectacled to see him. Your pratling Nurse
Bru. Into a rapture lets her Baby crie,
Bru. While she chats him: the Kitchin Malkin pinnes
Bru. Her richest Lockram 'bout her reechie necke,
Bru. Clambring the Walls to eye him:
Bru. Stalls, Bulkes, Windowes, are smother'd vp,
Bru. Leades fill'd, and Ridges hors'd
Bru. With variable Complexions; all agreeing
Bru. In earnestnesse to see him: seld‑showne Flamins
Bru. Doe presse among the popular Throngs, and puffe
Bru. To winne a vulgar station: our veyl'd Dames
Bru. Commit the Warre of White and Damaske
Bru. In their nicely gawded Cheekes, toth' wanton spoyle
Bru. Of Phoebus burning Kisses: such a poother,
Bru. As if that whatsoeuer God, who leades him,
Bru. Were slyly crept into his humane powers,