Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Till we with Trophees do adorne thy Tombe.
Luc. They all kneele and say.
Luc. No man shed teares for Noble Mutius,
Luc. He liues in Fame, that di'd in vertues cause.
Luc. Exit.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. My Lord to step out of these sudden dumps,
Mar. How comes it that the subtile Queene of Gothes,
Mar. Is of a sodaine thus aduanc'd in Rome?
Ti. Ti.
Ti. I know not Marcus: but I know it is,
Ti. (Whether by deuise or no) the heauens can tell,
Ti. Is she not then beholding to the man,
Ti. That brought her for this high good turne so farre?
Ti. Yes, and will Nobly him remunerate.
Ti. Flourish.
Ti. Enter the Emperor, Tamora, and her two sons, with the Moore
Ti. at one doore. Enter at the other doore Bassianus and
Ti. Lauinia with others
Sat. Sat.