Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tit. Noble brother Marcus.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. And welcome Nephews from succesfull wars,
Mar. You that suruiue and you that sleepe in Fame:
Mar. Faire Lords your Fortunes are all alike in all,
Mar. That in your Countries seruice drew your Swords.
Mar. But safer Triumph is this Funerall Pompe,
Mar. That hath aspir'd to Solons Happines,
Mar. And Triumphs ouer chaunce in honours bed.
Mar. Titus Andronicus, the people of Rome,
Mar. Whose friend in iustice thou hast euer bene,
Mar. Send thee by me their Tribune and their trust,
Mar. This Palliament of white and spotlesse Hue,
Mar. And name thee in Election for the Empire,
Mar. With these our late deceased Emperours Sonnes:
Mar. Be Candidatus then, and put it on,
Mar. And helpe to set a head on headlesse Rome.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. A better head her Glorious body fits,
Tit. Then his that shakes for age and feeblenesse: