Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Tit. Wilt please you eat,
Tit. Wilt please your Highnesse feed?
Tam. Tam.
Tam. Why hast thou slaine thine onely Daughter?
Titus. Titus.
Titus. Not I, 'twas Chiron and Demetrius,
Titus. They rauisht her, and cut away her tongue,
Titus. And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.
Satu. Satu.
Satu. Go fetch them hither to vs presently.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Why there they are both, baked in that Pie,
Tit. Whereof their Mother dantilydaintily hath fed,
Tit. Eating the flesh that she herselfe hath bred.
Tit. 'Tis true, 'tis true, witnesse my kniues sharpe point.
Tit. He stabs the Empresse.
Satu. Die franticke wretch, for this accursed deed.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Can the Sonnes eye, behold his Father bleed?