Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tam. Tam.
Tam. If thou did'st know me,
Tam. Thou would'st talke with me.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. I am not mad, I know thee well enough,
Tit. Witnesse this wretched stump,
Tit. Witnesse these crimson lines,
Tit. Witnesse these Trenches made by griefe and care,
Tit. Witnesse the tyring day, and heauie night,
Tit. Witnesse all sorrow, that I know thee well
Tit. For our proud Empresse, Mighty Tamora:
Tit. Is not thy comming for my other hand?
Tamo. Tamo.
Tamo. Know thou sad man, I am not Tamora,
Tamo. She is thy Enemie, and I thy Friend,
Tamo. I am Reuenge sent from th' infernall Kingdome,
Tamo. To ease the gnawing Vulture of the mind,
Tamo. By working wreakefull vengeance on my Foes:
Tamo. Come downe and welcome me to this worlds light,
Tamo. Conferre with me of Murder and of Death,