Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Chi. Thy counsell Lad smells of no cowardise.
Deme. Deme.
Deme. Sit fas aut nefas, till I finde the streames,
Deme. To coole this heat, a Charme to calme their fits,
Deme. Per Stigia per manes Vehor.
Deme. Exeunt.
Deme. [Act 2, Scene 2]
Deme. Enter Titus Andronicus and his three sonnes, making a noyse
Deme. with hounds and hornes, and Marcus.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. The hunt is vp, the morne is bright and gray,
Tit. The fields are fragrant, and the Woods are greene,
Tit. Vncouple heere, and let vs make a bay,
Tit. And wake the Emperour, and his louely Bride,
Tit. And rouze the Prince, and ring a hunters peale,
Tit. That all the Court may eccho with the noyse.
Tit. Sonnes let it be your charge, as it is ours,
Tit. To attend the Emperours person carefully:
Tit. I haue bene troubled in my sleepe this night,
Tit. But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd.