Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tit. And if one armes imbracement will content thee,
Tit. I will imbrace thee in it by and by.
Tam. Tam.
Tam. This closing with him, fits his Lunacie,
Tam. What ere I forge to feede his braine‑sicke fits,
Tam. Do you vphold, and maintaine in your speeches,
Tam. For now he firmely takes me for Reuenge,
Tam. And being Credulous in this mad thought,
Tam. Ile make him send for Lucius his Sonne,
Tam. And whil'st I at a Banquet hold him sure,
Tam. Ile find some cunning practise out of hand
Tam. To scatter and disperse the giddie Gothes,
Tam. Or at the least make them his Enemies:
Tam. See heere he comes, and I must play my theame.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Long haue I bene forlorne, and all for thee,
Tit. Welcome dread Fury to my woefull house,
Tit. Rapine and Murther, you are welcome too,
Tit. How like the Empresse and her Sonnes you are.
Tit. Well are you fitted, had you but a Moore,