Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Enter the Sonnes of Andronicus againe.
Luci. Luci.
Luci. See Lord and Father, how we haue perform'd
Luci. Our Romaine rightes, Alarbus limbs are lopt,
Luci. And intrals feede the sacrifising fire,
Luci. Whole smoke like incense doth perfume the skie.
Luci. Remaineth nought but to interre our Brethren,
Luci. And with low'd Larums welcome them to Rome.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Let it be so, and let Andronicus
Tit. Make this his latest farewell to their soules.
Tit. Flourish. Then Sound Trumpets, and lay the Coffins in the Tombe.
Tit. In peace and Honour rest you heere my Sonnes,
Tit. Romes readiest Champions, repose you heere in rest,
Tit. Secure from worldly chaunces and mishaps:
Tit. Heere lurks no Treason, heere no enuie swels,
Tit. Heere grow no damned grudges, heere are no stormes,
Tit. No noyse, but silence and Eternall sleepe,
Tit. In peace and Honour rest you heere my Sonnes.
Tit. Enter Lauinia.