Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mut. Helpe Lucius helpe.
Mut. He kils him.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. My Lord you are vniust, and more then so,
Luc. In wrongfull quarrell, you haue slaine your son.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Nor thou, nor he are any sonnes of mine,
Tit. My sonnes would neuer so dishonour me.
Tit. Traytor restore Lauinia to the Emperour.
Luc. Dead if you will, but not to be his wife,
Luc. That is anothers lawfull promist Loue.
Luc. Enter aloft the Emperour with Tamora and her two
Luc. sonnes, and Aaron the Moore.
Empe. Empe.
Empe. No Titus, no, the Emperour needs her not,
Empe. Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy stocke:
Empe. Ile trust by Leisure him that mocks me once.
Empe. Thee neuer: nor thy Trayterous haughty sonnes,
Empe. Confederates all, thus to dishonour me.