Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Titus. Welcome Dread Queene,
Titus. Welcome ye Warlike Gothes, welcome Lucius,
Titus. And welcome all: although the cheere be poore,
Titus. 'Twill fill your stomacks, please you eat of it.
Sat. Sat.
Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd Andronicus?
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Because I would be sure to haue all well,
Tit. To entertaine your Highnesse, and your Empresse.
Tam. Tam.
Tam. We are beholding to you good Andronicus?
Tit. And if your Highnesse knew my heart, you were:
Tit. My Lord the Emperour resolue me this,
Tit. Was it well done of rash Virginius,
Tit. To slay his daughter with his owne right hand.
Tit. Because she was enfor'st, stain'd, and deflowr'd?
Satur. Satur.
Satur. It was Andronicus.