Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luci. Luci.
Luci. Bring downe the diuell, for he must not die
Luci. So sweet a death as hanging presently.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. If there be diuels, would I were a deuill,
Aron. To liue and burne in euerlasting fire,
Aron. So I might haue your company in hell,
Aron. But
Aron. The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
Aron. But to torment you with my bitter tongue.
Luci. Sirs stop his mouth, & let him speake no more.
Luci. Enter Emillius.
Goth. Goth.
Goth. My Lord, there is a Messenger from Rome
Goth. Desires to be admitted to your presence.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Let him come neere.
Luc. Welcome Emillius, what the newes from Rome?
Emi. Emi.