Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tam. Then heare me speake indifferently for all:
Tam. And at my sute (sweet) pardon what is past.
Satu. Satu.
Satu. What Madam, be dishonoured openly,
Satu. And basely put it vp without reuenge?
Tam. Tam.
Tam. Not so my Lord,
Tam. The Gods of Rome fore‑fend,
Tam. I should be Authour to dishonour you.
Tam. But on mine honour dare, I vndertake
Tam. For good Lord Titus innocence in all:
Tam. Whose fury not dissembled speakes his griefes:
Tam. Then at my sute looke graciously on him,
Tam. Loose not so noble a friend on vaine suppose,
Tam. Nor with sowre lookes afflict his gentle heart.
Tam. My Lord, be rul'd by me, be wonne at last,
Tam. Dissemble all your griefes and discontents,
Tam. You are but newly planted in your Throne,
Tam. Least then the people, and Patricians too,
Tam. Vpon a iust suruey take Titus part,