Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Mar.
Mar. I haue dogges my Lord,
Mar. Will rouze the proudest Panther in the Chase,
Mar. And clime the highest PomontaryPromontary top.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. And I haue horse will follow where the game
Tit. Makes way, and runnes likes Swallowes ore the plaine
Tit. Deme. Chiron
Tit. The Lamentable Tragedie of Titus Andronicus.
Deme. Deme.
Deme. Chiron we hunt not we, with Horse nor Hound
Deme. But hope to plucke a dainty Doe to ground.
Deme. Exeunt.
Deme. [Act 2, Scene 3]
Deme. Enter Aaron alone.
Aron. Aron.
Aron. He that had wit, would thinke that I had none,
Aron. To bury so much Gold vnder a Tree,
Aron. And neuer after to inherit it.
Aron. Let him that thinks of me so abiectly,