Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Satu. Daunt all your hopes: Madam he comforts you,
Satu. Can make your Greater then the Queene of Gothes?
Satu. Lauinia you are not displeas'd with this?
Lau. Lau.
Lau. Not I my Lord, sith true Nobilitie,
Lau. Warrants these words in Princely curtesie.
Sat. Sat.
Sat. Thankes sweete Lauinia, Romans let vs goe:
Sat. Ransomlesse heere we set our Prisoners free,
Sat. Proclaime our Honors Lords with Trumpe and Drum.
Bass. Bass.
Bass. Lord Titus by your leaue, this Maid is mine.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. How sir? Are you in earnest then my Lord?
Bass. I Noble Titus, and resolu'd withall,
Bass. To doe my selfe this reason, and this right.
Marc. Marc.
Marc. Suum cuiquam, is our Romane Iustice,
Marc. This Prince in Iustice ceazeth but his owne.