Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sat. What, hath the Firemament more Suns then one?
Luc. Luc.
Luc. What bootes it thee to call thy selfe a Sunne?
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Romes Emperour & Nephewe breake the parle
Mar. These quarrels must be quietly debated,
Mar. The Feast is ready which the carefull Titus,
Mar. Hath
Mar. The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
Mar. Hath ordained to an Honourable end,
Mar. For Peace, for Loue, for League, and good to Rome:
Mar. Please you therfore draw nie and take your places.
Satur. Satur.
Satur. Marcus we will.
Satur. Hoboyes.
Satur. A Table brought in.
Satur. Enter Titus like a Cooke, placing the meat on
Satur. the Table, and Lauinia with a vale ouer her face.
Titus. Titus.
Titus. Welcome my gracious Lord,