Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Luc.
Luc. Deare Father, soule and substance of vs all.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to interre
Mar. His Noble Nephew heere in vertues nest,
Mar. That died in Honour and Lauinia's cause.
Mar. Thou art a Romaine, be not barbarous:
Mar. The Greekes vpon aduise did bury Aiax
Mar. That slew himselfe: And Laertes sonne,
Mar. Did graciously plead for his Funerals:
Mar. Let not young Mutius then that was thy ioy,
Mar. Be bar'd his entrance heere.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Rise Marcus, rise,
Tit. The dismall'st day is this that ere I saw,
Tit. To be dishonored by my Sonnes in Rome:
Tit. Well, bury him, and bury me the next.
Tit. They put him in the Tombe.
Luc. There lie thy bones sweet Mutius with thy (friends