Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Empe. Was none in Rome to make a stale
Empe. But Saturnine? Full well Andronicus
Empe. Agree these Deeds, with that proud bragge of thine,
Empe. That said'st, I beg'd the Empire at thy hands.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. O monstrous, what reproachfull words are these?
Sat. Sat.
Sat. But goe thy wayes, goe giue that changing peece,
Sat. To him that flourisht for her with his Sword:
Sat. A Valliant sonne in‑law thou shalt enioy:
Sat. One, fit to bandy with thy lawlesse Sonnes,
Sat. To
Sat. The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
Sat. To ruffle in the Common‑wealth of Rome.
Tit. These words are Razors to my wounded hart
Sat. And therefore louely Tamora Queene of Gothes,
Sat. That like the stately Thebe mong'st her Nimphs
Sat. Dost ouer‑shine the Gallant'st Dames of Rome,