Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Boy. Would I were Dead, so you did Liue againe.
Boy. O Lord, I cannot speake to him for weeping,
Boy. My teares will choake me, if I ope my mouth.
Romans. Romans.
Romans. You sad Andronici, haue done with woes,
Romans. Giue sentence on this execrable Wretch,
Romans. That hath beene breeder of these dire euents.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Set him brest deepe in earth, and famish him:
Luc. There let him stand, and raue, and cry for foode:
Luc. If any one releeues, or pitties him,
Luc. For the offence, he dyes. This is our doome:
Luc. Some stay, to see him fast'ned in the earth.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. O why should wrath be mute, & Fury dumbe?
Aron. I am no Baby I, that with base Prayers
Aron. I should repent the Euils I haue done.
Aron. Ten thousand worse, then euer yet I did,
Aron. Would I performe if I might haue my will:
Aron. If one good Deed in all my life I did,