Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aron. I do repent it from my very Soule.
Lucius. Lucius.
Lucius. Some louing Friends conuey the Emp.Emperour hence,
Lucius. And giue him buriall in his Fathers graue.
Lucius. My Father, and Lauinia, shall forthwith
Lucius. Be closed in our Housholds Monument:
Lucius. As for that heynous Tyger Tamora,
Lucius. No Funerall Rite, nor man in mournfull Weeds:A partially inked spacing block appears at the end of this line.
Lucius. No mournfull Bell shall ring her Buriall:
Lucius. But throw her foorth to Beasts and Birds of prey:
Lucius. Her life was Beast‑like, and deuoid of pitty,
Lucius. And being so, shall haue like want of pitty.
Lucius. See Iustice done on Aaron that damn'd Moore,
Lucius. From whom, our heauy happes had their beginning:
Lucius. Then afterwards, to Order well the State,
Lucius. That like Euents, may ne're it Ruinate.
Lucius. Exeunt omnes.
Lucius. FINIS.