Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tam. To ioyne with him and right his hainous wrongs:
Tam. Knocke at his study where they say he keepes,
Tam. To ruminate strange plots of dire Reuenge,
Tam. Tell him Reuenge is come to ioyne with him,
Tam. And worke confusion on his Enemies.
Tam. They knocke and Titus opens his study dore.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Who doth mollest my Contemplation?
Tit. Is it your tricke to make me ope the dore,
Tit. That so my sad decrees may flie away,
Tit. And all my studie be to no effect?
Tit. You are deceiu'd, for what I meane to do,
Tit. See heere in bloody lines I haue set downe:
Tit. And what is written shall be executed.
Tam. Tam.
Tam. Titus, I am come to talke with thee,
Tit. No not a word: how can I grace my talke,
Tit. Wanting a hand to giue it action,
Tit. Thou hast the ods of me, therefore no more.