Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tit. Mine Honours Ensignes humbled at my feete.
Satu. Satu.
Satu. Thankes Noble Titus, Father of my life,
Satu. How proud I am of thee, and of thy gifts
Satu. Rome shall record, and when I do forget
Satu. The least of these vnspeakable Deserts,
Satu. Romans forget your Fealtie to me.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Now Madam are your prisoner to an Emperour,
Tit. To him that for you Honour and your State,
Tit. Will vse you Nobly and your followers.
Satu. A goodly Lady, trust me of the Hue
Satu. That I would choose, were I to choose a new:
Satu. Cleere vp Faire Queene that cloudy countenance,
Satu. Though chance of warre
Satu. Hath wrought this change of cheere,
Satu. Thou com'st not to be made a scorne in Rome:
Satu. Princely shall be thy vsage euery way.
Satu. Rest on my word, and let not discontent