Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Satur. Shall be no shelter to these outrages:
Satur. But he and his shall know, that Iustice liues
Satur. In Saturninus health; whom if he sleepe,
Satur. Hee'l so awake, as he in fury shall
Satur. Cut off the proud'st Conspirator that liues.
Tamo. Tamo.
Tamo. My gracious Lord, my louely Saturnine,
Tamo. Lord of my life, Commander of my thoughts,
Tamo. Calme thee, and beare the faults of Titus age,
Tamo. Th' effects of sorrow for his valiant Sonnes,
Tamo. Whose losse hath pier'st him deepe, and scar'd his heart;
Tamo. And rather comfort his distressed plight,
Tamo. Then prosecute the meanest or the best
Tamo. For these contempts. Why thus it shall become
Tamo. High witted Tamora to glose with all:
Tamo. Aside.
Tamo. But Titus, I haue touch'd thee to the quicke,
Tamo. Thy life blood out: If Aaron now be wise,
Tamo. Then is all safe, the Anchor's in the Port.
Tamo. Enter Clowne.