Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. That on mine honour heere I do protest.
King. King.
King. Away and talke not, trouble vs no more.
Tamora. Tamora.
Tamora. Nay, nay,
Tamora. Sweet Emperour, we must all be friends,
Tamora. The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace,
Tamora. I will not be denied, sweet hart looke back.
King. Marcus,
King. For thy sake and thy brothers heere,
King. And at my louely Tamora's intreats,
King. I doe remit these young mens haynous faults.
King. Stand vp: Lauinia, though you left me like a churle,
King. I found a friend, and sure as death I sware,
King. I would not part a Batchellour from the Priest.
King. Come, if the Emperours Court can feast two Brides,
King. You are my guest Lauinia, and your friends:
King. This day shall be a Loue‑day Tamora.
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