Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tit. To morrow and it please your Maiestie,
Tit. To hunt the Panther and the Hart with me,
Tit. With horne and Hound,
Tit. Weele giue your Grace Bon iour.
Satur. Satur.
Satur. Be it so Titus, and Gramercy to.
Satur. Exeunt.
Satur. Actus Secunda.
Satur. [Act 2, Scene 1]
Satur. Flourish. Enter Aaron alone.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. Now climbeth Tamora Olympus toppe,
Aron. Safe out of Fortunes shot, and sits aloft,
Aron. Secure of Thunders cracke or lightning flash,
Aron. Aduanc'd about pale enuies threatning reach:
Aron. As when the golden Sunne salutes the morne,
Aron. And hauing gilt the Ocean with his beames,
Aron. Gallops the Zodiacke in his glistering Coach,
Aron. And ouer‑lookes the highest piering hills:
Aron. So Tamora